The sky is burning at the autumn dawn.
Pale-coral space has wrapped the dozing town.
A shabby bridge is coated with hoarfrost,
sparkling in beams of the slow rising sun.
The river rocks the bridge on blazing waves.
Cold's cooling them and tongues of dense steam
are floating like sad ghosts over wide banks.
It looks like they are touching half-dried reed.
Thin frost on leaves then gives eyes-catching birth
to small bright sparkles. They birth and die in space.
This hypnotizing soundless fairy storm
touches deeply soul, leaving a sudden trail.
by Thea Ariss
08.10.2026/09.10.2026
The song of the day: Alan Walker, Isabella Melkman, Katherine O'Ryan - Broken strings
The sky is burning at the autumn dawn
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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