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…
Somewhere,
Tiles get wet despite curtains on bathtubs.
Somewhere,
Ants bump into each other,
A flower fades without a window
For the light to fall in.
The curtains don't matter,
The ants keep bumping,
The flower dies.
Everything exists and nothing happens;
Like men in Hollywood
Pointing guns without opening fire,
Like foam on coffee,
Popping to reveal the shallowness,
The waste of money.
Everything exists and nothing happens.
The tiles get wet
And the ants bump
And flowers fade and die.
Everything exists and nobody knows why.
And nobody knows why nobody knows why.
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