From the Book
"God, I Am Here" by Vagif Samadoghlu
This lonely park
Which has been innudated with rain
Is like my childhood
Which I lived once.
The wet bench is cold,
The path is shivering.
But the rain continues pouring and pouring,
Drenching the night.
Please, clothe me warm
When I die.
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