Every now and then she lets it rain:
She opens taps and so it flows
Through tubes, and ducts, and pipes, and cranes -
They fill the rivers she won’t cross
The ice is faint, it simply melts
And tiny frosty drops just fly
It follows on, it follows flows
The flows of flaws she flees and fights
They’re daunting her, demanding her
She drowns in drains of selfless doubt
And dreads the imminent events
That she delayed, yet dreamt about
Too soon the stream surrounds her
She’s smitten, sinking in the sand
She used to step on. It caressed
Her skin, but now she’s seeking land
To settle down. Her eyes. It rains.
And every single evening - rain.
It daily rains. And nightly rains.
Remembered rain- the rain that’s felt
A prisoner behind the bars
A jail called hurricane of thought
She’s substituting Ps for Rs
Monsoon
© Copyright: Маррия Никитина, 2018
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