The rain walks on roofs,
And their rusty sides it irons,
And rummages in their darker niche
It is the rain of my surburbs.

But once, having seen you once,
And having recollected, that we were in love,
Having broken for an instant, heart will show
The cardiogram of a downpour and spikes.

(с)Leonid Shimko

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