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FAREWELL, MY LOVE

Finally, there is something which now became ripe
and gradually everything is vacant again
like when the rain pours,
and lightnings dashing, glowing
and we are shocked, shivered by the rumbling thunders
which sounds like mocking:

“You know, nowadays there are no chants
for the earth which is dead for a while,
when birds go far away,
and streets abandoned,
and all of us enter into ourselves
with horror
and like the trees
you soak all alone.”

And you and me will be aware,
together with the rain which become more and more
swift
and which sweeps everything from its way,
when people vanish,
run away,
to look for refuge,
there is something suddenly becoming obsolete,
discordant,
like the endearments
and the sighs...

(Original poetry. All right reserved -- © Zaim Rofiqi)

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