The rain pores,
beats the bare sealing,
always in rhythms,
awww, how beautiful
loudful drunk dancers, on the windows,
strate lines appear, on a woman's soft skin,
I, alone in joyness,
indoorners, give departed glances
such relaxation what's to be overwhelmed,
temps women throw the heavy world off,
dance under the clouds laughing and naked.
there's nothing to loss,
world is drownd and rankled.
