Title: From Morning Mist and

Dewdrops

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Title: From Morning Mist and

Dewdrops

Kasia Dominik

Title: From Morning Mist and Dewdrops

A July afternoon drifted slowly across the sky,

the meadows, austerely gilded, seemed to be falling asleep.

Among the thickets of grass, a silence smoldered,

not absolute, but interwoven with the rustle of dry blades,

the murmur of gossamer, trailing threads over the fields,

binding the ends of days into a magical walk of passage.

The wind, the quiet whisper of nature's secrets,

brought the promise of stopped time.

It offers a moment of respite,

in which answers don't need to be sought—

they come of their own accord, like a warm breeze

touching cheeks with the rustle of meadows.

On the horizon, the sun was setting,

the bright light becoming softer,

as if saying goodbye without causing a fuss.

The last rays—a sip of water after a long walk,

brought relief, a feeling of fullness and fulfillment..

Kasia Dominik

(Poland)

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh