In the streets through puddles
I was jumping in the rain.
Life for me was not a puzzle:
All was hyaline and plain.
Like a flower I was smiling
To the rain and to the sun.
Hyacinth - so sweet and charming -
I was called by dad and mum.
Every place for me was home:
River, pond and old park.
My young years, my heart and soul
Never die - they always spark.
7 мая 2018 года
Раиса Филина(Миронова)
In the rain
© Copyright: Раиса Филина, 2018
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