It happened

It happened , and not otherwise :
Autumn afternoon rain cries ;
Floating in the sky ships , -
To fly cranes ;
and heralding the cold ,
Chill and you , my dear friend ,

around you look around , color inks enjoy themselves;
And life matters do not drive -
Let your dream summer

rays of sun warmed ; touch your mouth -love
wake in the heart of her blood ,
And you're bad weather in winter ,
Peter Polynin