The night has extinguished hall lights
and darkness has swallowed the room.
A lot of incredible sparkles
are quickly revived from the Moon
wide-spread faint untouchable beam.
Small sparkles have been caught inside balls
on branches of a compact eve-tree.
It seems they're been flying like moths
with weightless transparent glass wings
in time small unseen plastic balls
rock slowly from night's inert breath.
Sparkles fly, acting night-thought new roles.
The sky shining soffit changes angle
and flights show a new magic act,
imprisoned inside the small traps
of balls on the eve-tree dark branches.
by Thea Ariss
12:30 - 14:00
09.12.2025
Sparkling moths
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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