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…
Sunlight falling through the exhaust
On a broken bucket in the bathroom,
The river roaring while it falls,
A lad looking through a telescope at the house of a girl
Who never comes out;
Desolate,
Going nowhere.
Or so it seems.
The sun will rise higher,
And search for symmetric tiles.
The river calms down,
The boy will knock at the girl's door.
The sun will light the fields
And creep down through thick leaves,
The river will reach the sea
And meet more rivers,
The boy will take the girl out for a coffee
In a warm cafe with warm jazz
And cool rain pouring outside.
There will be more light,
More water,
More times together.
The clouds may block the light,
But the light will come.
Rocks may bar the way,
But the river will reach the sea.
It will be awkward,
But the boy and girl will kiss.
Life is beautiful
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