Rain

The rain. It's such a beautiful thing.
If you're a poet, you know what I mean.
You know what if it's a cold windy night
and there is nothing in soul that inside...
You know what is happiness
when you want to sing,
you know what is lonneless
when nothing can bring
the warmth which will fill
your soul to the rims...
I'm empty. I feel
just nothing. My wings...
I don't have my wings! I've lost them somewhere -
in somebody heart, in somebody soul...
This heart... It was strange. But it was а pleasure
to love somebody against the law.
And now it's too late.
No place for regrets.
It was just a fake.
I want to say that
I love only rain -
it hides my tears...
And... If you remember -
I'm always near...