the two lovers

(a drop of rain, talking to its lover about escaping from a bus window):

Come my love,
we don’t have much time,
come my love and rain with me.
This greedy land
of hypocrite capitalists
needs us.

Come my love,
we don’t have much time,
until sun comes out
and evaporates us.

Come my love,
I’ve traveled from far away,
to come to you,
on this dirty bus window.
Only so my drop
would meet yours.

Come my love,
let us ask help from the seas,
or the sweet rivers.
They’ll hide us from the sun.
Let us go there,
we don’t belong here.

Come my love,
don’t let the eyes of these
travelers hypnotize you.
Don’t let their tears
fool you.

Come,
or we’ll disappear under the wheels.

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