The last apple is on the tree.
Winter.
The Serpent fell asleep
and Adam's Cundalini sleeps as well.
And Eve does not run to the winter orchard to pluck the apple,
the last one
because neither a bandit nor a policeman would take it away (except in Russia)
The last apple of Paradise is still in Orchard.
Sodom and Gomorrah are still dreaming,
no children are born yet,
because it is cold,
because it is cold in Paradise.
The ice is moving on Cro-magnons
and Neanderthals,
but the blood of the brethren
has not yet been shed.
Lilith is still playing with a butterfly
on the nose of a crocodile.
The news has not yet reached the Warm Lands
about the February cold.
That's why the people there are still peaceful,
free and there're no petty quarrels,
because there is enough wines, love, grace,
the lack of rational approach,
the presence of the Gods, who either
on Saturday, or on Thursday arrive
in the nearest woods.
The Dohons know about it, but they are silent.
And let them be silent.
Who knows little sleeps better,
The one who has not eaten an apple
will not regret it.
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© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2021