With voiceless whisper of three nights,
In heaven’s vast nocturnal heights,
Through midnight dreams she softly streams
- The Moon ascends above the streams.
Her weary eyes at break of day
Shall yield a tear that slips away:
It falls as tidings, warm and mild,
A song within the grasses, wild.
And heaven’s vault shall open wide
With summer rain’s renewing tide:
It washes grief and sorrows past,
And veils the days no more to last.
A living freshness it shall bring -
Believe - to you, like breath of spring!
And doomed to ruin, one by one,
The castles built beneath the sun…
Illuming all with silver blaze -
The watery fields, the forest ways,
The ravines wrapped in mystic gloss
- A July storm is born across.
George Alex Dudkeen
2026
July storm
© Copyright: Егор Дудкин, 2026
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