Dear Yuri,
My roof holds rain to be my shelter
I believe my fear can lead me to change my world
My roof holds rain to give me shelter from worries
A storm inside me can break or built me in shape
Our thoughts grow fast like weeds in all seasons
Unwanted unplanned
Your words are like scaffolding to let you go up when assembled
Looking through my window in darkness
The stars can bring calmness and brightness
A shadow of you in haze to feel your presence
Through my window I see cars a symbol of keep going
I see fields wide and private like my thoughts.