Vida Nenadic - RAIN

Rain remain in my hair.
I feel it on my skin.
Its drops are on the edges
of my eye lashes.

I am leaving the ponds
behind my steps,
while walking thirsty
on the streets of London.

I could not care less
to take, just in case,
the nicely packed umbrella
of golden colour
in the pocket of my rucksack.

Vida Nenadic

Vida Nenadic

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