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 sea erodes rock,
And rock erodes clouds that merge into them.
The clouds may be elated and exploring,
Dull and looming,
Or drunk on the sun's wine.
The clouds may be rustling leaves,
Tempting the seas,
Or uprooting red woods centuries old.
The sea erodes rock,
And rock erodes clouds that merge into them.
And what kind of a cloud it is
Does not matter.
But we all like to think it does...
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