i came to the city to find a friend
but my search would never end
eyeballs flickered past me like raindrops off tin cans
i hoped to hear hello but heard the man
the man with his commands
as endless as sahara’s sands
do this, do that, do nothing at all
answer me when i call
i wish a fog would cover me
so i would finally be free
i would stand in a doorway and listen to the rain
and start my dreams all over again
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here in tehran it's rainy and foggy and all... and just an hour ago i stood in the doorway to the rooftop and watched the raindrops soaking all buildings and trees and birds... the dried bread crumbs i put there were all gone in no time... everything felt so fine except the voice of this man (or woman?) in my head commanding me to do this and that... :)
thank you, timmy for all your beautiful posts...
stay safe, my dear friend!
thank you, nooshin, i am glad you liked it... stay safe. i almost missed this. not too many comments on blogger these days... this showed up in my spam folder!
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