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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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Lying down


 Lying down with you,

Being warmed in the eye by your breath,

Looking at your lips while you talk;

Seeing the movement

But hearing no sound.

Lying down with you,

Drowning in the curls of your hair;

As wild as the thorny bush

Keeping a beautiful flower caged within

For it,

And only it to enjoy.

Lying down with you...

Talking..

Blushing..

Turning around...

The morning sun looks to destroy the privacy.

Well...

Flowers do die

And bushes do get burned.

Lying down with you gladly...

Yet realizing

This is not forever...




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