It Is Summer I Know Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

It Is Summer I Know



Sometimes things are coming
like a day without a witness
and rains sound like poetry
which cannot win a reader
lying in its beauty on the window pain
little wet bodies warming frozen hands
it is summer I know

Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: rains,summer
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