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…
He walked through the desert
To find what he was missing
He had a bottle of water
It's lips he couldn't stop kissing.
There was a sandstorm
And he held his bottle tight.
He found the dune in front was missing
And something was not right.
In the sand, these words were written;
“What you search for does not exist
What you search for always changes.
Today, a fist of wood; tomorrow, an iron fist
Angered, he poured the water to blur the words.
There was nothing left
And he died.
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