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…
We were little.
We played hide and seek,
And ran around.
We used to
Pinch each other,
Push each other,
Wipe each other's tears.
But now,
You've grown.
But now,
I can’t even stand near you.
Your body has rounded
And your mind has become too mature.
A girl becomes a woman
When men with morals see her
As a Chinese vase in a cardboard box
With the symbol of a broken glass on it.
A girl becomes a woman
When she attracts and repels men
At the same time,
Not knowing what to do;
A beautiful, silent awkwardness.
We were little;
And I still am that ten year old boy.
We were little,
But you've grown.
So I keep my distance
From you.
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