Summer`s freshing, at all, not summerly...
Summer`s drops falling on the ground...
Maybe, nature sent fall right after spring-
Or you, summer, forgot about?
And a needle-ray will not scorch a land,
Playing hide-n-seek with an eyes...
It looks from above, spreading light but then-
Veiled again by the fury clouds...
A wind tears the soul out from the breast,
Tests an umbrella`s toughness...
What`s upsetting most – that you can not stop-
Cause, it`s not in your competence...
All that you are able – defend yourself,
Even more – you`ve a total right.
But already`s no faith to the calends-
Cause it`s not for the real life.
Copyright © Nata Augustovskaya | Year Posted 2017
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