A Walk
I'm in the warm bed, feeling so perfect,
Knowing that tomorrow I can sleep a lot.
I'm listening how heavy rain started and is going,
Imagining the night cold street people's walk.
The drops of rain are as drops of tears,
The tears of the people who alone,
Who walks at lamppost night and dreaming,
How perfectly it used to be before.
Their regrets are no more to be heard,
And they aren't able to apologies once more.
They don't have any chance to be forgiven.
So they took freezing wounded walk.
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