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…
I want to forget her,
But the memory stays
Like a red bird in the snow,
Pecking the ground to find a worm,
To make it breathe.
I want to forget her,
But the air on the shore tastes salty,
The flowers of the spring smell,
The old branch falls,
The car engine that hums long enough
Explodes.
I want to forget her,
But I can’t.
So I close the bottle so tight
That nothing leaks.
I close the bottle so tight
With the lid having a hole.
From there it leaks blood,
As my heart hangs upside down at the walls of my soul.
And my soul gets wetter and wetter,
Growing heavy like a drenched sweater
That's still light enough to float.
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