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…
I try my best to understand you,
But you think I don’t understand.
I try my best to understand you,
But you cannot be put into a cage of words.
You're a piece of abstract art,
Squares,
Lines that seem to make no sense.
You're a piece of abstract art;
A sculpture only consisting of a metal rod,
A headless man,
A urinal in a museum
Kept upside down
And called art.
You're abstract art
And I understand you.
I feel the beauty in the squares and lines and metal rods.
But it is too much for words.
It is like capture wind
In a cage.
It does not like being defined
And I know it.
I understand you
But I cannot put you
Into a cage of words.
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