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 white flower grows below the rusted pipe
Which leaks black water
One drop at a time...
Falling on the same petal
Again and again
Until it decides to stay down and not rise...
A white flower grows below the rusted pipe
And the pipe gets fixed.
But the petal stays down
Anxious...
Waiting for camels in the sea,
Putting on armour for dead dragons.
The petal stays down
Fearing what will never happen.
The petal stays down
Until all the other petals
Touch the ground As well;
Not wet...
But Crumbling corpses being blown about
In the wind...
Another flower grows
And the pipe starts to leak again.
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