The Sunday morning has the smell of Spring.
Amazing clouds look like fairy castles.
It seems they hide enormous giant beasts
behind pearl walls made of a whitish dust.
The sight awakes the Europe tale in mind.
It is returning into childish ages.
Imagination draws big men above,
finding a stranger, who disturbed the rest.
All looks unreal. The bright turquoise sky
highlights high trees and their colored leaves
shine too magnetic to avert catched eyes
in this strange morning, smelling sweet like Spring...
by Thea Ariss
20.09.2026
The Sunday morning has the smell of Spring
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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