Outside, rain ... Bashny.Net

< Elena Daragan-Suschova
Moscow




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Outside, rain ...
Bytё-habitation.
Houses,
Kiosks
and
treetops In the misty curtain of water-nylon,
I can not hear the birds ...
not circling crows.

And thoughts are still simple:
Spring break, wash all certainly
(Natural point nearly exchange),
And the clouds sleepily open their mouths ...

Wake bud tender leaf,
Do not keep the body of the first groan in the larynx,
So bubbles in puddles muttering
Now creates the word dumbness.

And it seems that life will run bolder ...
Then call out the summer suddenly
inaudibly And bring in the palms of juicy cherries,
To scatter my door.