Raindrops

In my silent room 
all in blue shades,
I could stay alone
through eternity, 
in the perfect night
with cloudy wet sky
in the sounds of rain
and meditating fishes
the space opens in wide
blue circles, my ocean
extends its warm energy
I`m diving into serenity
smell of wet clothes 
deeper in my mind, 
reading familiar text
without memory 
on the first day of
Jumaada al awal 1435,
when the temperature 
of air was 5 in Celsius
and humidity -93%
crescent moon just started 
to wax in an invisible slice,
in the northern hemisphere;
In this certain moment of
all what we called life
I saw your face in white
I felt the pure raindrops
in the center of my heart.

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