Rain on glass streams,
like a tear on the cheek.
Summer says goodbye to us,
the water darkened in the river...
Wet fallen leaves,
wet bench in the garden,
like, Sunny day and the radiant,
I'm not coming here anymore.
Grey sky and sad
me from autumn rains.
Again anxious and empty,
not heard and the cry of cranes...
Only, look: to the horizon
a thin strip of light
and I send in pursuit
him its sad hi.
Rain on the glass
© Copyright: Римма Валериевна Тихонова, 2020
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