The right amount of rain and dry
The right amount of clouds in sky
Thin dust and pollen the in the air
I breath in deeper the magic flair
That is mixed gently with devotion
That whispers and sets my heart in motion
At which it starts to search and weep
Occasionally skipping a beat.
The right amount o’spring and summer
Of London streets in morning slumber
Of loneliness, but one your kiss!
That’s how poetry begins.
Poetry
© Copyright: Александр Шабалин 2, 2021
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