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…
I glare at the wind;
The sunflowers with their mighty manes
Roaring quietly
To scare me off.
It is indeed scary
To think myself alone here.
I wish you were here
To weigh down on one of my shoulders,
I wish you were here
To put these lions to sleep
With your hush and song,
And to hold my hand,
And give me courage
To walk through this Slough of beasts
To get to the tree;
That tree all bare
Except for a necklace of white flowers…
That tree where we used to sit
And watch the beasts crawl below us…
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