I go outside and I squint at the lead gray sky
I stretch my arms and enjoy some strange ease inside
Listening to the drops of a leaving rain that are still passing
through my mind
I light my cigarette but
I wince not to see the smoke
Strolling down the now vacant dream alley
Softly erase the memory of the dazzling sunbeam that
had crossed my mind
two thousand rains ago
I make one more step but
all of a sudden
I weep not to hear my footfall
(the Viking, внезапно вдохновленный выражением глаз)
two thousand rains
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