It's raining,
it's November.
It's gloomy day.
He walks under
the wet trees,
shaking off the rain
and leaves,
feeling like a shadow
of somebody's cold hand
is touching his face.
It's November.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Translated by memory
Geza Vcelicka. Listopad.
October 2009
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