This spring has come according to the calendar.
It rings with falling drops and birds keep up with songs
this life-asserting charming endless melody.
It's spreading all around the outskirts big slope.
And the cute house on the edge of outskirts
is dropping to stone feet the snow-made sparkling mantle.
It's glazed by the young spring and looks like fire-burned.
The mantle falls and crashes into sharp icy scraps.
The home is calm, finding the inner harmony.
Transparent breath is slow and deep against the song.
The old life's gone. And the new empty diary
keeps empty pages to fix a fresh expected plot.
by Thea Ariss
27.02.2026
This spring has come according to the calendar
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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