The smell of freedom charmed the friends.
They were few minutes to the end
of the ice maze. There was blue shade
on the huge piles: the bluish trace
of the bright sky in winter time.
The friends were rushing to the light.
The light was leading like a star.
It shone pronouncly with each
short speeding step. And one slim aisle
was filled with the turquoise ink.
It was the color of the hope
and a few steps released the both.
The strength had come to smiling friends.
They made a halt, not going far.
Nils reached the kettle from the bag,
filled it with snow and thawed above
the fire heat. Bee got cold core*
and threw in water. Meal had earned!
by Thea Ariss
14.10.2025
core* - ядрица
A halt. The tale of the winter forest
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