Vitaly Dmitriev. (№ 273797)

I do not sing and do not cry -
day some unlucky.
The sun rises, then hides
the riven cloud.
All is not as it should be,
and not as we would like.
But your empty complaint
even the Lord become boring.
Understand - even the Lord.
Well, the middle and even more so.
For cherry pepper-and-salt
summer looms soon.