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Loud Rain

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…
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Black wax

 A white candle kept lighted in the dark,

Melting;

Pieces of wick going around in the flowing slough.

A white candle kept lighted in the dark,

Turning orange,

Turning into black water

Where the other flames wink their eyes

Before going out

One

By one

By one...

Now the black water has no white borders or orange soul.

Now the black water shimmers gently

And rolls down the table.

Now the black water

Has become the darkness it was revisiting for so long.

Now the black water which guided with the candle

Waits for someone to slip on it

And break their hip.

Another white candle kept lighted in the dark,

Melting;

Pieces of wick going around in the flowing slough...







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