The hardly heard stockatto of the rain is calming

The hardly heard stockatto of the rain is calming.
The usual Autumn evening's warmer under a soft plaid.
The long awaited rest after the rushing summer
is the nice priceless gift. It seems, that time slows lazy pace.

And heart demands old films. The endless flow of dramas
takes far away from life. A cup of a hot tea is like
a bitter-sweet red nectar. It warms palms and rushes through
the tired frozen body, relaxing. Evening dies...

                by Thea Ariss
                21:30/15.09.2026


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