Dreamy raindrops fall from skies,
Since you’ve gone it folds in half,
I am forgetting your sweet lies,
Getting free from all this stuff.
No one is to hold that grasp,
Who are you to fit my tasks?
Every moment I shall ask,
Why do you love all your masks?
Sunday morning I will rise
Finding out my paradise,
You should always be that wise
Searching for a better size.
DreAmy raindrops
© Copyright: Елена Викторовна Борисова, 2021
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