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…
Rocks punch themselves out from the water
But the river still flows.
The sunlight tickles it
And it breaks the lines of light with it's flow.
The sunlight tickles it
And it still moves.
Rocks punch themselves out from the water
And the fish swim around it.
The rocks lament
And spit out bubbles around them
As the water moves.
The river doesn’t mind.
The rocks stay
And leaves fall
And night comes and goes.
But the river still flows.
It bends but never breaks
And it knows it will reach somewhere
Even though it doesn’t know where that is.
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