The Rain Is Wrong Poem by Mira Kupejeva

How you can invite me here?
How I can be proud of you?
Rain is wrong. This atmosphera
Wrong increadible. I knew

Someone, a little bit enough
That to coup my mind.
On her memory behalf
I have to stop for try to find

Letters, phones, your any sign
From an apartness could it be?
Some of my dreams..
In them, you are the love of mine
Soul's broken stream..
No, it never...
it never have to be.

January,2016