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Ashtray at Dawn
In the hollow room, silence echoes
a prayer breaks through, gentle yet firm
from the minaret, it spills over
filling the morning air with restless notes
I pause, as if caught in a net
as the ashtray overflows with yesterday's regrets
and the night lingers in the cornersThe call, it rises and falls like …
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Invitation in the Rain
Rain taps on the windowpane
a gentle whisper against the harsh wind.
The invitation lies unsent, waiting.Drip… drip… from the ceiling
into the bucket below, a rhythm
echoing the silence of words unspoken.The paper yellows with time's passage
yet the heart learns to embrace
the absence without reason.