sweet landscape
lovely speech and broad human hearts
oboes and clarinets carry their kisses along wide rivers
very distant memories
of the warmth of home in a small garden
flying children's laughter
it was raining summer rain on us, to meet again, you say
we are hiding
so we don't get wet
so that the tooth of time does not gnaw
it's still time, you say
so that we don't have to hide
so that we don't have to run
to run
other than to home
than to hide from the summer rain
to home
is a different time
no need to hide
no need to run
I am standing in the middle of the garden
I'm looking up
and the rain endureth as the tears of all
who didn't have time to hide
to home
(only you know)
Adagio No. 7
© Copyright: Ленка Кроупова, 2022
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