•  Sunrise

    A poem by Mediana Stan, illustrated by Liviu Boar


    Mr. Beaver swims at peace.
    The lake's surface makes a crease.
    Woken up from lair of water lily,
    The lake seems to him so chilly.

    The morning sun is still red matte,
    Still half-drowned... but so what?
    Along a path, a little bit 
    Of redness gives him some heat.



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