Cross Poem by nasibeh Daneshvar

Cross



Suddenly,
your dreams fall over my thoughts,
like the rain of spring,
short and quick,
and confuses every things,
my mind becomes empty,
time stops,
and then the only thing that
I sense,
is an enjoyable warmth in my heart and the smell of rain...

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