The sun's champagne light slipped through a high borderline
and jumped into water drops on broad young grape's leaves.
Few thousand lights had switched on. They blinded eyes.
They suddenly merged in sparkling bright magic streams.
Soft warm heated plates. It seeped through them into vines.
The vines were awaken and they hugged metal bars.
The perfectly made uneven light-green grape's rug
was very well hiding brushes of small flower stars.
The morning crisp wages were tearing off grape's carved bloom.
It fell on broad brown tiles, creating strange samples.
The new summer day were reading in them fate looms.
Light wind spread in air hight the grape's candy smell.
by Thea Ariss
31.05.2025/21.06.2025
The grape s candy smell
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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