I Am Confirming Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

I am confirming wet rain
ruthless
with cold drops is walking about the neck
it is flowing by the exactly ironed collar
with sophisticated caress of your warm hand
I am confirming grey clouds
are dimming familiar blues
waking up sombre mood
too far of distant cape of hope
situated outside the range
of low imaginations for a period
of the quarantine of the rainy dislike
I am confirming the sun
still is rising
visible even from behind the clouds
with gilding is enlightening
strophes of my poems
I am confirming the Man
you live... and I...

so hope isn't a mother stupid
and with fortifying hearts
and surviving throughout the consecutive day