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 bear roars standing tall
Like a mad king who’s dropped his wine.
The bear roars standing tall
And sees the sun peaking through fluttering leaves…
Suddenly
He is being watched by the bright light,
Listened to by the clacking stream,
Whiffed by the very flowers
Having fragrance of their own…
The bear roars standing still,
Then stops;
As the dragonfly sits on his feet;
The hairs moving to the wind
Like black grass
With creatures of its own…
With a wildness of itself…
The bear roars standing still
At the edge of a cliff.
Then he takes a step.
No one knows
What happened next…
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