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 moon rises from the lake
Like a whale who's lost a balloon.
The moon rises from the lake
Like a rocket
Leaving a glistening trail on the dancing water,
Sparkling like wine under a blurry yellow light
Interrupted by a rickety table.
The moon rises and the wolves howl
As if they're the scientists who made this happen.
The tail goes away
But its fire stays to give the lonely water a romantic hand
At the ball of the night.
The tail goes away
But the fire stays until a brighter fire comes.
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