It happens you become upset
You go along an alley,
You understand your hope is dead,
Your feelings arent merry.
You see the faces all around,
Strange and thoughtful.
The rain falls on the ground,
His drops are cold, awful.
You see the faces, they are indifferent.
You find your native face, it is so difficult.
The rain falls on the ground,
But the alley are all in roses,
They sing their own sound,
Tender deep voices.
You smile without any reason.
The roses are really charmed.
You realize in this cold season
You can't lose your heart.
It happens
© Copyright: Дарья Дюжакова, 2014
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