Don’t be afraid of pure rain
Don’t be afraid of blizzards
They’re for the sky to maintain
For the street to wash away a stain
And floading up and down
Not in Venice, another city,
On the boat sailed by a clown
Stop and listen to the sound
It’s wowing, laughing, scream
Made by street kings and queens.
They have nothing to lose in this stream
And lost the belief in the American dream.
So while dancing in puddle,
Guys are singing with cheer.
The crowd looks like muddle,
Thunder was doubled
Just to be loud,
To rise native hope
Which ‘s higher than clouds
But given and vowed
To be if droughts arrive
Don t be afraid
© Copyright: Аня Лушникова, 2016
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