Impressions Of Winter Rain Outside
So watch me drawing circles
with the moisture on the glass
while outside, a dull arrangement,
greyish trees and houses pass
Drizzle blurs the borderline
there's no more earth or sky
lit by mere a misty gleam
reflecting in your eye
Once upon a time
I was enchanted by a song
I hardly can remember now,
the meantime was too long
Rise again thou dulcet voice,
let notes like water flow
at least they'll shape a little brook
to join the sea below
