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Loud Rain

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…
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In the death of night

 


The sky glitters

Like a weeping face hidden in blue light,

Breathing like a wolf who’s been shot;

Lying there

With blackening eyes

And twitching feet

In a pool of crimson blood

Expanding out

To engulf all the land…

The blood touches their feet;

They who bit him by neck

And threw him out of the pack.

The blood touches their feet,

And they hurry

To see him lying there

With blackening eyes

And twitching feet…

About to stop twitching soon…

The pack closes in;

Their jaws dripping.

We don’t know what happens next…

The sky still glitters

Like a weeping face hidden in blue light.



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