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…
Man ate the fruit at Eden,
And he forgot to chew it
When he saw god.
He swallowed it
And it's still in him;
Stuck
At the end of the intestine
Forever
Like a finger to scratch the gut,
And create problems.
And sometimes
The fruit ripens.
And sometimes
The fruit bursts;
Fibres, seeds and all.
And there is much pain
Because the fruit has become man,
And man, the fruit.
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