arseniyt (arseniyt) wrote,


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Originally posted by chus at ***
Sometimes it’s raining.

The roar of the streets
and the morning light
all full of dust
have killed us.

Trying to imagine
how it could be,
I often watch the shadows
running from the end
and to the end.

With no end, the seconds...

And first of all I see
your face
through all the dust and fears.

Who cries for me
out there now?
Is there a place to cry?
Or is it just the void?

Sometimes it’s raining,
and that’s all I know.

© 30.06.2014
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