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…
The sun falls through the leaves like rain,
And wakes me who'd fallen asleep on a root.
The sun falls through the leaves
Like a warm hand
To tickle me out of my sleep,
To remind me that the morning's beautiful
And that I should see it.
But it's only the morning.
I'm worried that I've to walk back home,
Into my boring life,
Like all boring lives,
Repeating day by day
Like the gears in a clock,
Like swirling steps,
Like the windows of glass buildings
That look all the same,
Staring out lifelessly,
Hiding the miserable lives
Of those working behind them.
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