Doom autumn evenings are forever warmer
at fireplace and with a cup of chocolate.
Small lamps of garlands shine. The room is cozy
in smooth faint light despite of heavens frowning.
And wind's shows hypnotize in falling darkness.
It pulls thin twigs of trees in all directions.
The dutiful dark puppets have not chances
to free from limpid hands, which stage the action.
A foreign song, crying against background,
supplies the staging well. Time gobbles the evening.
And the faint light, emitted with the garlands,
is rather brighter on dark glass of windows.
by Thea Ariss
07:55 - 09:33
14.11.2025
Time gobbles the evening
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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