It rained whole night.
I sat on the three legged chair just to get the lust of scattered drizzle.
There was so much fuel in music,
and I waited for your eyes on me all through the cacophony of repulsion and interrupting shame.
It rained whole night,
with the incorporation of desire and a fear of going all the way.
I loved the way you used to carry your hair above your head with the peeking of your collarbone…
It used to remind me of a place of sudden forest and an escaped cabin
where I could hear the mellow violin tied with the sound of falling leaves…
And, it rained the whole night.
I liked to think about you even when it was lot easier to touch you,
the feeling of your disappearing figure through the fainted wet glass…
I closed my eyes and something from me went with you to never come back in time.
A sudden pulse of deformation numbed me
and I still prepare to leave when it rains whole night.

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Photograph: Abbas kiarostami.