The Sun sweats in streams of sunshine,
Smiling as it stirs the air,
Lifts the clouds, like stones, for some time
And then drops them with kind care
For the kids of Earth who, stirred by
Sluggish rain, slip out of sight,
Sinking in their homes and soothed by
Sparks in chimneys, deep delight.
The Sun Sweats...
© Copyright: Дмитрий Белянин, 2021
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