Birds jingling voices spread upon a sleeping valley.
New day is rising, breaking cover of thick fog.
Thin beams go through small holes of wooly laces,
displaying flirty a magnetic fairy show.
Bright strips are widely spreading in the heaven.
They burn a fog cloth, playing gracefully among.
The wooly laces change gray colours, fading.
And the quiet valley's opened on a huge brown palm.
by Thea Ariss
11.04.2025
Birds jingling voices spread
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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