Evening.
The palms behind the windows whisper -
Quietly, lazily, cautiously, mysteriously ...
At night
stars in the dark can hardly be teased,
Sun envying bright, rainbows.
Eka!
Jealousy is it worth it,
In white dwarfs then transforming?
Stars,
Do you also dream of glory?
Do you have a desire to live in a monastery?
Come on!
Look around, reckless!
In velvet, gentle always stay.
Pain?
A load of quantum difficulties
In a world far, cold, unknown
You sometimes - epochally - you will know.
©: EL Sokolova, 19.04.18
©: EL Sokolova, 19.04.18