be quiet now,
don`t move,
take your breath,
the rain is coming,
Listen its sweet
drops - melody
on the glass of
the window.
Be patient -
don`t complain
from the coldness
Touch its streaming
tears of the sky,
They want to
make you calm,
to hug you tight,
They want to turn
your heart into a
butterfly, hidden
in the challice
of the chrysanthema
full of light.
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