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From the Book
"God, I Am Here" by Vagif Samadoghlu

45

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.

1982

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