Description
It's raining outside like in autumn
and it's ugly
I look out the window as if I were chasing you
and that's all
In me all the memories await you
That's why my gaze is strange and straight.
The hand that scattered my hair and my thoughts.
It confused all the lines of my book.
I keep looking out the window as if I were chasing you
And I keep waiting for someone who no longer comes
Like a child who has fallen asleep
crying
there is no longer
a thought in me
I want to read and the books
fall from my hands.
Your face surrounds me
From all sides
The hand that scattered my hair and my thoughts.
It confused all the lines of my book.
I keep looking out the window as if I were chasing you
And I keep waiting for someone who no longer comes
TXT
When are you coming, love?
Bring me the long-promised nightingale
But, bring her with the branch, on which she sings
