tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post5886303112327892554..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Така е в петъкРадосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-43368118035678113572022-11-08T16:12:57.477+02:002022-11-08T16:12:57.477+02:00That’s how it is on Friday
Because the clouds are...That’s how it is on Friday<br /><br />Because the clouds are whispering on Friday<br />Before they turn into some falling rains<br />The sky’s miraculous and even gaudy<br />It’s endless, it is June, like in the fairy tales<br /><br />I’m listening, and I can understand it<br />Why does it not come down as rain?<br />Because the Sun is all in freckles<br />Because the wind is shy over again<br /><br />Why does he secretly come in my mind -<br />A kind young man, erasing pain?<br />The sky shrugs shoulders on this sight<br />And all grey clouds turn into rain … <br /><br />yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com