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…
Trees in the snow
Bare,
Hanging over the park benches
With yellow lights on every twig,
Lighting the scene for the couple
Cuddling,
Kissing,
Holding hands.
Then the lights fall to the ground
As they walk...
Not to guide the way,
But make the world know
Of this moment...
That this moment
Of sweetness and light
Is the only moment there is...
That this moment
Won’t last,
Like the lights themselves
Which go out behind the walking duo
One by one...
Kissed by a quiet night
And put to sleep
Within blankets of snow...
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