I look like you,
you look like summer.
My young white skin
is melting under
this yellow sun
and azure sky.
No wind or breeze,
just two of us.
We're making noize
like hundred people.
We're laughting loud.
We're phenomen.
And cloud counting
will be nice, although
that quantity is known.
We did today this count twice.
Апрель 2019