The world is touched by a shower.
Rain reminds me of your cobweb -
Our common friends, book unread,
Songs on the repeat.
To wash away acidic criticism,
To break out of a sun-glazed building,
I pray to spirits of Scandinavia,
And they fertilize the ground.
Rain falls like a silver necklace
On a weary landscape.
Maryna Tchianova,
an English comment-variation based on a poem by Nikolay Tarasov
Nikolay Tarasov - Cloud s trembling eyelashes
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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