The Fluestthuenti port of Sst'thievflfvuint Belsthfass
- stanislav kostarnov
- Jul 27, 2020
- 1 min read
a burning day
like molten glass flowing within the cliffs
settles
distant, within the quiet noises of trees, dissolved
oblivious of heat
sharp, sonorous
the singing of grasshoppers & cicadas...
shadows
echoing with water
waves
the glistening of scintillating sunlight
a warmth
breaking, on the golden rocks of tranquility
sound...
colonnades of Aithnuur like a fog
of the ancient building's marble sing
upon the precipices of the cove
shimmer
waiting
in the herb-like fragrances of small leaves
like so many petals in fountain of the great palace
float
Colored ships
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