The well is deep
Not much water in it
To satisfy the thirsty
But if you add my tears
Then it would be enough
For both of us to be filled up
I close my eyes
And I see yours
So deeply looking into mine
Why - I don’t understand
But I trust that in the end
Your arms with hold me
Until sunrise hits the earth
***
Rainbow, rainbow
Sing again
With the angel voice
Cry again
With tears of seven colors
Find the lonely Sheppard
Dance with the rain and the sun
But never go back
To your old village
Where all you did
Was bringing good tidings
To the poor
***
‘Good night’ the angels were singing
‘Good morning’ the sun said out loud
How was your sleep?
What did you dream of?
Nothing. These days I just sleep.
The dreams are dissolved
In the morning dew of my house’s porch
- I want to fly away, will you fly with me?
- I prefer to not lose sight of the dew
At the porch of my house..
Flying is not for me, sorry
***
Once broken, then restored,
Then broken again,
Turned into heart of stone
Polished and shiny
Beautifying the beads.
I don’t know if you really need them,
Should I just hide them
Or should I put them over your neck?
What if you will step on them
Or throw them out into a sea?
That sea of tears
You don’t know of it,
But if it’s dried up right now,
It means that water
Is held by the clouds.
Please, don’t rain as of yet
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