The old huge bird were flying high.
The friends looked down. Snow covered trees
stayed like big mushrooms. White sharp tipes
had been bent down under the peel
of the pressed mass. The maintain sights
took breath at all. The flight changed slides.
And soon two friends had seen the lake.
It was enclosed in a dark rock
sharp-edged tight frame. It looked like pearl.
There was thick fog above the slopes.
Through that thick fog were seeping shine
in light blue color: charming light.
The bird flew down and pierced the fog.
It settled too close to the lost lake.
The friends left back. The beast had gone.
The friends were lonely on a bank.
The muddy water swirled and boiled,
emitting warmth around the slopes.
by Thea Ariss
15.10.2025
Charming light. The tale of the winter forest
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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