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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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Enlightenment

One day coldplay came on radio

And lifted my roof.

I could see the sky

And faces I wanted to forget

And flowers I could not smell in the clouds;

Flashing lights,

Gunshots,

Dances with some woman I’very never met.

Oh Coldplay!

Oh Tchaikovsky!

How do you know

The pain of one man out of the hundreds of thousands.

How do you know what I’d forgotten.

How can you care more than all I’very met.

You have more life than most people

Because you have a soul.

And a soul in man is rarer than the scriptures say.

And a soul in man is dead if it still exists anywhere.

Oh Coldplay!

Oh Tchaikovsky!

How do you know

The pain of one man out of the hundreds of thousands.

One day coldplay came on radio

And lifted my roof.

But then it fell on my chest

And crushed me to a pillow of tears.


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