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 tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete.
But why?
It had many places;
So much fertile ground.
It had many places,
Like the lawn,
The dung,
The space around potted plants.
But it grew through a crack in the concrete.
Perhaps,
It's foolishness.
Perhaps,
It's bravery-
Well, they're the same thing.
Perhaps,
It just wants to show that it's possible
To break this hard stuff.
Perhaps,
It wants all the other grass to do the same.
Perhaps,
The purpose is to penetrate
And nothing else.
It can be
Nothing else.
It should be
Nothing else.
Then,
Only the brave and the stupid will follow in its path;
That's pretty much everybody.
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