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…
Sunset,
The golden water hugs the rocks
And lets them go.
Sunset,
The golden water hitting the shore,
Growing even more golden that very moment,
Yet...
Not leaving anything behind
For the viewer.
The waves come out to be adored;
They tickle our feet
And take away those shells we’d collected.
The waves come out to be adored;
But they give nothing back.
Sunset,
The golden water taking the colour out of everything else
To glow...
Sunset,
The golden water hugs the rocks
And lets them go.
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