We Are Both Poets!

Morning arrives instead of night. Maybe, it indeed is «the Happy ending»? But the rain speaks about something, so tight, And I regret, I cannot understand. I shall take the dictionary of different senses, and I will try to translate your story, I’ll echo your own opinion to make you glad. But you continue to cry – I am sorry. My sweet brother, my lonely rain! I run to you throughout the night. We will speak together again, and our friendship will give light: instead of tears – only laughter. We are the poets, the masters of word! There is poetry in our life – We able to sing the songs for all the world!