Streams of thoughts

… Again the sky cries a rain behind a window … Again we will long together … the Sky and I … we Will wash wounds of soul rain tears … After all, tears is a clarification … ease … and the calmness … Is boundlessness behind vanity of vanities …
… Streams of thoughts … memoirs … and dreams … Streamlets of emotions … desires … and … moods … I Try to keep thoughts … observing, as flow down drops on glass … the Breeze … flying in an open window … embraces for shoulders … a cool of evening touching me … In hands a cup of hot coffee with milk … It is bewitched I listen to a rain melody … Catching by lips of second of happiness … Thoughts on you warm soul … You with me … In my heart … And now we listen to this music together … Music, The most talented composer in the world … Also we behold a picture of the most unsurpassed artist … the Mister of the Rain … I want to feel it … I want to touch … I Stretch a palm in an open window … and I feel its cold … as ice … tears … Falling … and breaking about my palm … they give rise to thousand new drops … new tears … And on glass improbable patterns … it is a rain draws the dreams … the thoughts … the dreams … Millions drops … them not to count … not to keep … They as a star in the night sky … as are fine … and are inaccessible … And everyone is unique … in everyone eternity … serenity … freedom … Big … small … and absolutely tiny … One break downwards … others merge with each other … the third are lonely and unapproachable … a rain Drop … they as people … they and together … and everyone in itself … all of them identical … and such different … Streams of emotions … smiles … and sweet grief at the bottom of soul … I am dissolved in boundlessness … I touch eternity … …