by Viktoriya Kozina21 Nov 2020
It's raining again...
A couple of little boys jumping in a puddle after the rain,
I know what you feel.
When ordinary is not a word to be used,
and the heart is not bruised
The puddle. The roaring sea to defeat
when the rubber boots are reinforced concrete
To rely upon.
The puddle. My white shoes' death sentence,
A muddy declaration of my dependence
On the expectations of me.
But, you know what, boys, I'm in.
I still remember
What it feels like looking at the world around
Like at the grandma's old box of buttons.
Full of treasures known only to me.
Whatever will be
With the damn shoes.