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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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Love me from afar

 A single dry leaf

On the park bench.

I sat on it before the wind could take it away.

I heard it creak.

What have I done?

The wind could have taken it places,

But I wanted the leaf to stay.

I wanted the leaf to stay

Because I loved it.

I wanted to look at it;

To smell it,

To know its kind,

To see its broken ribs.

I love you,

So stay away from me.

Or I might crush you under me

And not let you fly

With the wind.

Stay away from me

Because I love you,

And my love can destroy you.

So let me love you

From afar

Through letters,

Through photographs.

I’ll let you go with the wind

Even if you don’t love me

Through letters,

Through photographs;

Because the wind

Brings more than one dry leaf.

But it also takes away every single one

Until I sit on them.

But no.

I love you more than others.

So I don’t care you stay with me.

But I care you be happy

Always.

So don’t love me through hugs, kisses.

Love with

With smiles,

Photographs,

Letters.

Love me

From afar.




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