A keresés eredménye

Again the rain

Some drops dirty me
with darkness
I close my eyelashes
as if I'll avoid them
and all those things
that kill me everyday
I untangle in my mind
 
Sun the rain kills
this spring
and the winter laughs
out of jealousy
this city can't handle
any more grey
and she throws away
her old clothing in the fire
 
I run in the street
and the dust I move
covers all that chases me
I correct each of my steps
for my own good
but time is always counting backwards