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…
You're so near yet so far away.
There is no glow in your eyes,
No wildness in your hair,
No life
In you.
You're so near yet so far away.
The wind comes
And the white flowers shake their heads.
I come
And you say nothing.
There is ice in your heart
And dust in your soul.
There is a still ocean in your eyes;
Deep but dead
With the fish rising to the surface for air.
There is a cloud that you float on,
That never let's you fall through.
This cloud is keeping you captive
And for some reason,
You seem to enjoy it.
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