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Pain, remember, that gray morning,

Drizzled gray rain.

Kissing cool, though

Wet trace remained in it.

I waited for you, arguing with the weather,

Warming under the canopy of birch trees.

But, the weather is not expected by the sea,

You have not warmed the hearts of dreams.

And stayed in me not come true.

In thoughts next to life gone.

And though the wound is covered with dust,

You could heal her.

You could argue with a myth.

And reality come into life,

But that morning, rainy drizzle,

Became a fortress on the way…