Clouds you speak to me.
I feel that your messages contain something very important to me.
It's just that I can't read it yet. The clouds are moving slowly
sedately, as if inviting to a dialogue. And I again and again
I try to catch at least one cloud in my palms.
And at the very moment when I already succeed, suddenly
the flowing wind snatches a piece of yours from my hands
warmth and carries it away from me. The wind, demonstrating its power, crumples all the clouds together and brings gray paint from somewhere and splashes it right into the sky. From resentment, the sky begins to shed tears. These are your tears... I catch them with the sea....
I enter into resonance with you and now our tears flow in unison.
A little chill, fatigue in the whole body and chagrin
from impotence give rise to a bit of despair in me.
At this very moment, I am suddenly as if picked up by some kind of pleasant wave: I am trying to understand what happened and ....
To my surprise, the rain stopped and somewhere in the sky
the last gray colors are visible in the direction, the gray clouds finally leave the city.
I shift my gaze to the other side, and there ...
Incredible SKETCH:
The sky is smiling at me with a colorful sunset, slowly changing
Scenery...
Winking at the first star, the second ... one more
and further...
I'm waiting for you in my dream tonight, come and tell me the secret that I need to know.
Please dream me....