Night is here
And after night, darkness.
And after darkness
Eyes,
Hands and heaving,
And panting, and panting...
And sound of water
That drips from the faucet
Drop by drop.
Then two red dots
Of two lighted cigarettes.
Tick-tock of a clock
Two hearts
And double loneliness.
Poem by Forough Farrokhzad
translated by Tatul Sonentz Papazian
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