The fairytale

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I`m not sure I`m really right,
But I`ll try to translate (through the night).
It`s irritates my eyes – the bright light…
I prefer twilight-time for to write.

Rain is falling… All windows – in tears…
It`s like gray threads – from clouds to earth...
Sleepy world drowned in silence. So quiet…
I`m not sleeping. I`ll tell to you, why:

It`s possible for me (when it`s rain)
Just awhile to spread my wings… again.
It`s just rain - crying sky on a grass...
It`s just raining... No doubt. No fuss.

I can try to make beads of thy dreams –
And to try figure out what they means.
I`m a river: I washes many coasts;
I`m icicle of comet. Almost.

Maybe, I`m just a chain around neck?
I just say: it`s possible. You can check.
I`m reflection of dawn on a glass.
I`m a ring of Saturn. So… at last…

It`s just one of crossroads of world.
It`s so easy… - like sun, which I sold.
Fairytale as a mirror of Soul...
It`s not me.-
              It`s just rain... -
                Just Skyfall...