Gently,
They touch
Human hands, cheeks and brows
But not all of us,
Only those who among us
Gather under the sadness of the rain
Shall be able to kiss them,
Only those who find themselves
Shedding tears with it shall
Unite with them,
Only they will learn
The agony the rain itself had been
And the secret every rain had in him�
Streaks, drops
Faithful kisses to the human lips-
This is the rain that tries to sigh
In our ears how much of nothing
Could there ever be
Than the sweet voice of every drop
Falling by its free will.
Thunders and lightning teach
That each drop of rain
Is powerless compared to its
Godly state, and to the agony
Of uncertainty that incessantly
Cloud the rain.
After the fall of rain,
We believe the agony is quenched.
That some torrid fire had exhausted its anger,
And left some innocent crystals shattered
And thrown into the cheeks of the earth;
But barely has anyone noticed it,
The rain never shivered nor was shaken-
It came with a steady heart, determined to fall.
For even before it had fallen,
It had quenched its own fear, its own fire,
With the resoluteness of its passion.
Thus, the rain knows of one pure reason
To die and die again-
That beyond all that he may not see,
And beyond all that daunts him,
He will not be lost-
Because he keeps his freedom.
This is the secret of the rain�
There is no ordinary
life in a so common highway
of faint lights and blurring heights
low soft whispers of flying cars
sweeping time lending their songs
to the downtown alley cats
resigning to the miniature
counterparts of that old
yellow lamp when its glory
become no longer his
but to them.
there aren't much stars
tonight
for heaven to brag about
tonight is the night's day
and it belongs only
to us.
There is no ordinary
life in a so common highway
of faint lights
and low soft whispers
of flying cars
lending their songs
to homeless souls
cheering on to their
sad renditions...
yellow hands
faces in orange films
little bandits called smilles
are stained in
tonight's featured stars
the shy yellow bulbs
borrowing
god�s height.
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