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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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You try to hide your beauty

 You try to hide your beauty

And it makes you even more beautiful;

Like mist on Asian hills,

Like a bright drape on a window,

Like autumn leaves on a bench,

Going away with the wind

And coming back.

You try to hide your beauty

And it makes you even more beautiful.

The moon hides behind the cloud

And gives the cloud its colour.

The sun hides behind a tree,

Leaking its light through the leaves.

You try to hide your beauty

And it makes you even more beautiful.


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