Rain's playing music, knocking shrunken copper shards.
Decayed dark leaves make dull quiet tones in silence.
These charming sounds hypnotize naked trees. Drops glide
through countless branches, racing to get a parti.
Small countless drops look like transparent glassy pearls.
The forest has a bath. Life-giving moisture
are soaking in the bark of old dark trees. Bud whorls
turn into leaves and fragile flower foam.
Rain's playing music, knocking shrunken copper shards.
The melody of water's like Vivaldi's
forgotten cycle. It's resurrecting in ones mind.
This magic concert must be heard in private.
by Thea Ariss
08.04.2025
The forgotten cycle
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2025
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