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…
You say it
And the wire of lights crippling my soul
Light up.
You say it
And my body doesn’t own itself,
And my heart doesn’t beat alone anymore.
Everything is alive
And everything has meaning...
The raindrop hits the puddle
And jumps up as a heart;
The flamingos kiss to make a heart too...
And heart shaped leaves fall all around,
And the wind strums bare branches for music;
Music that doesn’t throw us into the sky,
But makes the toe hit a beat,
And the heart skip one...
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