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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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Warriors fall

 


The kitten tries to catch the dragonfly

And rips the flower out instead;

A petal here...a petal there....

Like samurai down on the battlefield

With their colourful armours...

A bloody hand going for a sword,

Weary feet trying to stand.

Dusk arrives

And their armours are no longer colourful.

Dusk arrives

And the wind stops blowing...

The petals face down;

Brown,

And shrinking into itself like burning paper.

The kitten tries to catch the dragonfly

And rips the flower out instead.

But it doesn’t care...

And keeps going behind the dragonfly

That it will never catch.



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  1. Abel Johnson ThundilNovember 15, 2021 at 8:28 PM

    Thank you!
    Sorry...I didn't see your comment. I honestly don't check the comments because no one leaves them usually😅

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