Whim of Weather
The Sun as eye refused of sleeping
The Sun has opened own lash,
But I see that cloud is creeping
To spill down through rain it’s fresh.
As we know from words of writers
Or perhaps it’s just my thought
The Sun and Rain – two restless fighters
I will make another note
That I like this whim of weather
The Sun and Rain – two brothers-twins
And I know we’ll be together
In big world of kings and queens.
Cloud will stop its bitter weeping
Smile of the Sun has changed the rain
Shining eye refused of sleeping
And we walk on narrow lane.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017
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