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…
Lovers.....
In front of hissing waves
Caressing the sand,
Putting it to sleep.
Lovers...
Trembling eyes and
Foreheads touching,
Then noses,
Then lips...slowly...
The light shines through the gap,
Blinding us,
For it is a very private moment
In a very public place.
Lovers....
The boy catches the wind in his shirt,
And the girl in her hair
Flying wild
Like a burned dove flying out of a burning forest,
Still alive,
Still beautiful....
Lovers....
Two rocks in the same stream,
Connected by the water.
Lovers...
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