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 light is everywhere
And no one wants it
When it's everywhere.
But when I'm in my bed and it wakes me up,
When it comes through a gap in my umbrella,
When the door opens and there is no wind,
I love it.
The light is everywhere
And no one wants it
When it's everywhere.
But when it comes from the blinking chicken on a restaurant’s board,
When it comes from the bar,
A wet pearl,
The red moon,
I love it.
I love it when it's there yet not there,
Expected yet surprising.
I love it like I love a song I hate
When it randomly plays on the radio.
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