The first thunderstorm.
The first sweet tears.
Flow on the bark of old oaks and maples
Young leaves. Soft grass
Ever green life,
Saga,
having been told by hundreds of White Druids.
Dance,
having been danced by hundreds of White Fairies,
Sparkles in the Sky with each blow of thunder.
Heavenly drink.
Stormy prahna.
Spicy. Pure. Breathe it.
Slowly and free. Deep.
Dive deep into the sky,
Into your Heart's Havens.
Thunderstorm
© Copyright: Валео Лученко, 2020
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