Friends who went and friends who came,
rain over black-gray roofs,
tears dripping and falling so softly,
one you have loved and one you have met,
when there was no happiness left.
Raindrops falling towards your opened hand,
wet and shiny leaves,
gutter rivers and urgent steps,
a child goes against you,
but is not yours,
and gets lost in the street of childhood.
A tribute to the world and inspiring art
