The June's cold so, as this month is not summer.
The heavens bear heavy clouds low above.
They float in space, flying up forests hardly.
It seems few yards prehensile branches rend grayish puffs.
And rain will fall as blood of the huge creatures,
filling the nature with the clearest cold wet.
And sudden freshness will fulfill the nearest
dull abate lands, letting to make the deep long breath.
by Thea Ariss
23.06.2026
The song of the day: Прогулки по воде - Nautilus Pompilius
Before the rain
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