The taiga hid a town in smooth green palms.
It's cold, but the warmth rays of the spring sun
breaks through fresh air harder. The dark nights
are surely getting warmer for advance.
The spring has borrowed them from summer time
for fun. The debt will be repaid quite soon
with rainy diamonds at the pink sunrise.
It will be stacked in grass' fragile green scoops.
It's getting warmer. And the warmth returned
the perky swallows from far southern lands.
They surf the sky, cutting the bluish cloth
above the taiga's caring greeny hands.
by Thea Ariss
03.05.2025/06.05.2025
The taiga hid a town in smooth green palms
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