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…
When the sun rises,
Everything is a silhouette
Cut from its light.
But once it is high enough,
Nothing is part of it anymore.
Everyone
Wants to go higher than everyone else.
They think
We will respect them more.
They think
We will open our windows to their light;
And we will do these things.
But we do it out of habit,
We do it out of duty.
We don’t do it out of love,
Loyalty,
Sincerity.
Because they soared so high
That we can’t relate.
They soared so high
That we can't become silhouettes in their light
Anymore.
We can’t be one with them;
So we do not care about them,
And they do not care about us,
Except when they want to win.
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