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…
The wind blows
And balloons fly away.
The wind blows and cushion each petal
Wet with dew.
The wind blows
And the sky blushes
On seeing us kiss.
Then the wind stops to look at us.
The ocean watches.
The cups of coffee on the bench
Watch us too..
So does the crab,
The sand
And the dead shells on it.
We're different,
And we fill each other's flaws
Like two pieces of a puzzle
That fit together best.
I'm water
And you’re fire.
And together,
There's harmony.
The wind blows
And the sky blushes again
On seeing us kiss.
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