Indifferent evening has served a reclusive storm today. 

Birds are poet…cars are symphonies 

unclothed eyes are paintings. 

Radio playing the romance of eagles, 

and I am the ragged blotting paper. 

Tell me one more melancholic bliss, give me one more dying kiss, 

make me walk through the corpses of dreamers. 

Vendors will have sex today with their women after forgetting to sell their soul. 

So many people have waited for such an evening 

to make artists on their knees without even gazing their arts. 

Virgin hummingbirds will lose their virginity under blue umbrellas, 

But I don’t care about their sex…I just need that blue umbrella to go.

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Photograph: Yiries Saad.