Elo (melo) Bristi

Elo (melo) Bristi

With a nonchalant breeze and pluvial smell, 

the dark sky like a fairy tale;

with a lightening bolt and intense sound,

its fallen down on the thirsty ground;

with flying leaves and fleeing rabble,

reminds of my granny's fable,

eventually she came, our lovable, egoistic, much awaited "Bristi"...

                                                                                              -- { T / O }

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