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 blue feather under a rock;
Soft,
Fluttering,
Tapping out
To say it has had enough.
A blue feather under a rock;
Little hairs shivering in the wind
Until they shrivel and break away
Into many little feathers.
Finally free!
Finally free!
The rock now an ugly hag
Looking down
From a background of black sky
Made blue by lightning.
The feather escapes
And becomes many feathers...
Finally free!
Finally free!
Broken into many...
But having the company of many.
Broken into many...
But broken without pain...
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