"He's wet,
And so sad.
The clouds, as if crying,
Seeing the heavenly light.
Sometimes we are sad,
We want to receive what we love.
He drips and gives,
We are what a person loves,
After all, our chance is right,
And just about will be gone forever. "
Rain
© Copyright: Святослав Бойко, 2017
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