Why do you charge such a fee
beyond the sun light,
are the clouds thick?
For the heart thumping and trembling?
For the joy of meeting?
Embrace the night?
A broken branch bends the soul.
The current calls further and further into the black pool.
But life goes on, like rain,
slowly.
And the days are sinking.
And drops in the river drown.
G. Borovichi
bad weather
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