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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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So little expression

 It's January

I dream of green clouds

Yellow ducks on ponds

And pots with dying flowers once beautiful

I dream of my brother smoking 

Throwing out his cigarette wet in rain

He isn’t there

And I wake up to the curtains licking the heavy air

The skies cry

And ravens look down upon the world

To find the dead and less alive to yell at

It's January

The fishes land from skies

And birds come out of water covered in oil

We don’t see it struggle because we only go to beaches

From where we have chased them away

There are caves with emeralds

Guarded by bats hanging like they were hung

Legally

We have found these caves

And these emeralds

But we are still in those caves

With the emeralds

Where they are worth no more than any two rocks which could start a fire

Getting there was tough enough

With trees with roots sticking out just to trip the courageous

And to trip courage itself

But our blood has become part of the earth

And we've reached

But there are more than caves

There are graves that breathe and grave robbers that do not

Even though they aren’t buried

And on this journey we've met many of them

And they've not met us

And we'll meet no one

If we stay stuck in these caves

It's December

But who knows


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