Sunday, July 13, 2008


On the patio of a run down cafe
smoking a cigarette
rain curves over my face
sound of thunders
mixes with my racing thoughts
and I feel numb
and I feel nothing
just rush to finish smoking
got to get back to work
got to get back to work


  1. Oh! What a nice piece!
    I enjoyed it a lot...
    Just like a touching movie scene.
    Thank you for sharing.

  2. Thanks for the comment, unfortunately I do not have its Farsi version :)


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