How we pity you...

How we pity you...
Fyodorov Sergey Fyodorovich
Raindrops
A stinger...
Stinging and stinging
Silently sliding
— How pitiful...
— How we pity... you...
... drip ... drip ... drip
The stinger drips — of the pitiful...
The rain knows how
To pity us...
With a wet towel — of coolness...
— And who else
— Will pity me?
Streams from the cloud-eyes...
— How pitiful!
— How we pity... you...


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