The sky was crying, like a baby, all night long,
Nothing could please it, quite for a while,
Although the sobbing was so innocent, but strong,
That heavy clouds opened sky for smile.
Begin the smile with a growing rainbow bridge,
Everything changing in a swampy air,
The sky was dropping wasted clouds over ridge,
Letting them go to their safety lair.
Sun was caressing open sky with tender beams,
Emancipate the sky as passion lover,
In rumpled, shameless bed, where everything is gleams,
When on the floor, like mist, is falling cover.
Crying sky
© Copyright: Ося Некрасова, 2007
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