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…
There is no electricity in my room,
But the door hinges are wide enough.
Sometimes
We walk into caves
And get lost in the many passages that lead nowhere
Sometimes
We walk into caves
And lose the flame on our torches;
And sometimes,
The torches themselves.
But there is always enough light
To show us the cave walls.
There is always enough light
To remind us where we are.
And when the night screams,
Vases break,
And torches go out,
This faint light
Is god given.
See it.
Take it if you can.
If you can’t,
Then follow it.
It might not lead to paradise,
But it always leads to the source of the light.
It always leads
Away from darkness.
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