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…
She is beautiful too.
But no one sees it.
She's
A butterfly stuck in ice,
A swaying lamp,
A wick burning without much oil.
She is beautiful
And only I see it.
My heart cries;
The chains clank,
The drums beat,
These tamed horses go wild on seeing you;
And I'll need you
To tame them again
And get them back.
And I'll need you
To ride them out of this cave
They have lost themselves in.
You are beautiful
And only I see it.
But looking at it for too long
Is blinding me.
I've had enough looking at you.
Now
We should embrace.
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