Everything is wrapped in silence.
Snow is slowly falling down.
This warm winter keeps in private
secrets, making vague drafts.
Nature sleeps under thick cover.
Forest looks like a huge beast,
wrapped into a magic knitted
plaid. The heaven's stopped to sing.
There is not a clear border:
Gods have rubbed off the thin line
between heavens and firm stronghold.
Gods have slowed down speeding time.
Flakes of snow a slowly falling,
hiding the past year long track.
Someone writes runes, slowly scrolling
new tales, on the bright-white plaid.
by Thea Ariss
10:30-11:11
20.01.2026
Everything is wrapped in silence
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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