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…
A cup of cherries,
Light peeking through red curtains,
Sparrows sitting on naked branches
Singing and singing away
Like the lost sailor at sea
Alone with his bottle of merlot
Which becomes his pill, pillow and partner.
A cup of cherries,
Light peeking through red curtains;
The morning says it has a lot to show me
About life.
Let's go out and see.
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