Bright flash. The sky is broken into parts.
And rain is throwing them with sparkling drops,
which fall onto a meadow, waking buds
of the veronica on a wide slope.
The nature has been waiting for the rain
for lots of days to treat from the spring frosts.
It's crying with sad songs of the gray cranes
for the enormous irreplaceable loss.
The rain drops cause to fall disabled bloom.
They clear trees and shrubs of the dark plates.
The petals fall into opaque brown pools,
boiling from water's jerky countless lashes.
New leaves take place of have been frozen ones,
but they are weaker... And unlovely sight
will be the mark of the premature warmth,
which forced the nature to awake to life...
by Thea Ariss
19.05.2025
The mark of the premature warmth
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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