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I wish you were caught in the summer rain
On a July night, on the Baltic Gulf.
You have not seen the magic of these lines ...
A wave that is pleasant to touch with your hands
The sand on which the stones are scattered -
A landscape that has not changed here for centuries ...
I wish we could take the train again
Which will pass this time zone,
According to the arrow that pulls to the pole ...
That does not reflect the party in that compartment
The window where they change the picture all the time,
That we won't wake up in the morning in an embrace ...

late
at night
through all commas I finally reached the point

address
post office
don't worry, I won't devote a single line to you

quiet
the sounds
at night they rarely reach me

dancing
letters
I am writing and never expect an answer

thoughts
rhymes
the light remains, the sound remains, the rest is erased

go out
figures
I called just to hear a voice

rider
froze
the rider froze, the river became cramped in the channel

edge
facets
I love without needing a reciprocal feeling