the skies are gray

the sun didnt wake up today

the birds cant sing

i can't listen the sound of the ocean

i look through my window

and all i see is people walking with their coats

it's summer time and its cold

why is this confusion?

it seems as if my friend Boris Pasternak revived what he wrote once:

Fevrale dostat chernil i plakat

Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd

Poka grohochushaya slyakot

Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit

Sweet words

then i realize its all a dream

my consience is remiding me something in my inside