The Sun was hurrying to rise up in the crisp morning.
There was the longing for the meeting with the Moon.
The sky was blazing from the passion and all hoarfrost
was melting down. Both moved in the same groove*.
And all were looking after the short rare meeting,
and all was clear. There was not the need in words.
The moon was speeding up against the inner feelings,
hiding in clouds. The light storm had zoomed.
And time was flying, wiping the crisp autumn morning
from the enormous scribbled bound-less scarlet sheet.
The fading Moon kept deep inside the Sun great fondness
to give her one on the October eve**.
by Thea Ariss
07:03/28.10.2026
groove* - путь
eve** - вечер
The song of the day: HOLLYFLAME - Нежность
Catching the Moon
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2026
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