Rain single

< Nina Geyde
Copenhagen



It's just raining desperately,
and nut brittle shell of the soul,
After having wandered in place, somewhere sailed,
suddenly tired of the paper and a pencil.

Swam in the alleys of the night: orange
the light from the window, the moon among the clouds curl -
It incorporates all the soul and with the homeless dog
exchanged, with both old friend, nodding.

With neuchёnym cat missed: two pebble
emerald glittered in the dark sorcery.
It was sad soul, because a century has
sick rain single amorous longing.

In all his mumbling indistinctly echoes
Half a day of passion, it sladkozhalyaschih wasps.
Life, golden pollen in the air tremble,
brittle butterfly wing wind carried.

Only one remained under the table lamps
Light island on plain white sheet.
Night was knocking at the house fermented tinctures
unsaid words of the second person.