The peony dance....

The peony dance.

The peonies got tangled in the clouds.

They are attracted by the pale blue distances.

And it seems that right in front of my eyes,

They soared in the sky, flew...

And their petals smoothly and easily

Intertwined in the air, playing,

They were blown far away by the wind.

What they dreamed of was coming true.

And by making a bet with the cicadas,

They were dancing in a waltz of a bright sunset.

Their dance lasted until dawn.

The sun burst in, and everything disappeared somewhere...

but nothing.The ball is not over yet.

Until the evening, the heroes only dispersed.

And they are waiting impatiently for the day to come in heaven.

That's the hour. And the evening arranged everything....(this dance was performed in my garden...)

 

Done