The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
The days run away,
And I chase them like a dog with a missing leg.
I run,
But all I catch are breaths;
More of them.
The days run away,
And everything is
Light on dry grass,
Cup without a bottom,
Playground without lines.
I want to live
But existing is tough enough.
I fear that one day
This dog might lose more than a leg.
It could lose its tail under some heavy wheel,
And not be able to show what it feels.
And everyone will think he has lost
The ability
To feel.
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