The forest's drown in the wet air of the sky.
A gleaming road's divided the old forest's countless trees.
They've slightly bent to the hard bound from the both sides,
as if they want to hold on shoulders the dropped autumn mist.
Everything's motionless under the grayish cloth.
It seems time's stopped, crashing the world reality indeed,
but the rain watered rather narrow forest road
is running to an overwhelming the horizon mist.
by Thea Ariss
26.09.2026
The forest s drown in the wet air of the sky
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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