Rain as if feeling, longing,
Dropping drops without end.
But it doesn’t beat you. Kisses.
Love is painting at your face.
Will cover you a cloud-blanket
And rocks you in cold wind,
Spots how you became an ideal
In all for me, became my world,
On the rainbow walk will allow,
Will give the sun at dawn,
Will give a backlash to the birds
And that’s to tell: You mine!
Rain
© Copyright: Ковалёва Мария, 2017
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