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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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I'll tell her

 I want to tell her,

But she might be seeing me as a friend.

I want to tell her,

But what if she doesn't like it.

I've always been that dreamy kid

Sitting in some corner,

On some bench,

Ignored,

Marked as absent by the teacher.

I've always been that dreamy kid

Everyone gossips about.

No one has come close.

No one has the courage

To look into my eyes and see the lava

Popping bubbles in me.

No one has the courage

To look at these hanging spikes of ice,

Waiting to fall on the young deer with broken legs.

But she saw it.

She doesn’t feel the heat,

But she at least counts the popping bubbles.

She doesn’t feel the heat,

But she's the only one who wants to.

She'll push me downhill

And I’ll break a rib or two.

But the spikes of ice won’t fall on me.

I’ll break a rib or two.

But she'll take this young deer home,

Wrap him in a blanket

And put him near the fireplace.

I want to tell her.

And I have to tell her,

Because she's too smart 

To understand what I feel.

She too smart

To love first.

I’ll go to her with my broken legs

So that she can fix me.

I’ll go to her with my broken legs

And tell her at last.


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