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 dew falls
And the water rises up
Like lips that kiss back for a second
And retreat,
So that no one notices that it can love…
The dew falls
And the water rises up;
Water as cold as a dead heart in the freezer,
Looking like meat covered in ice…
Because that’s all it is;
Meat covered in ice…
But inside,
The water is warm
Like a blanket on a rainy day.
Inside the blanket is warm,
But no one knows…
Because no one has the courage
To take a deep plunge…
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