when it rains,
each little drop
brings forgetfulness,
in my closed world,
each little sound
brings you away from me,
each cling of glass reminds me
of an old forgotten place -
in black and white - gramophone,
dancing children, empty room,
porcelain cups painted with roses
My white gown on green dots,
Someone calling my name
from so far away,
fading familiar faces,
sound of train,
until I come back in my deja vu
childhood and find you again...

-nour-
June-013