Rainy day drives me sad,
But the sound of drops hitting the ground gives strength.
Today is the day of war, and perhaps victory.
But the legs run non-stop, and the arms push apart the tall wheat, which sways unpleasantly.
Maybe now I can hide further in the steppe.
I have a meeting with my family ahead of me, I am getting closer to that.
I know for sure
That I can wait for my rescue.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
My fantasy box
RandomI will post here some of my stories or poems ------------------------------------------- Я буду выставлять сюда некоторые свои рассказы или стихи. В большей части, они будут на английском
