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Loud Rain

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…
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Will you still love me?

 I am leaving

But I will come.

A lost oar 

Should reach some shore,

The freed parrot

Will find a tree.

Don’t waste your time

For me,

Don’t wait

For me.

The shore does not wait,

The tree does not wait,

But what has to reach it

Will reach it.

So don’t waste your time

For me.

Don’t wait

For me.

Drunk people sit around me

To make me drink.

And I do drink.

I pour beer to wet the firewood,

But it burns brighter now.

I punched the bartender

For too much froth on my drink.

What you think is right.

This isn’t me.

I died without you.

But I will come,

And I will recognise you,

And you won’t.

Will you

Still love me?

Will you

Still take me home,

Give me bread with jam,

And scented tea?

If you don’t accept me,

I am done.

I will live this false self.

You,

Only you know how I really was,

How I smiled,

How I once punched you for fun,

And it hurt.

You,

Only you know how I really was,

How I cried

When I left you.

How I am crying,

Not able to remember what I am.

Please accept me,

Or I’ll stay dead

Forever.


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