How are you? I feel estranged
light years away from this world that I
passes,
isolated safe with you
under a glass bell
and contemplation.
How are you?
And my hand touched your face on which a smile
open casket as light
to fuel photosynthesis of my emotions.
Without words, without
hear the sounds of this ethnic market
but with our eyes only to snatch
the slightest movement of the eyes and hearts to feel the slightest movement
on your face in my hand
where you just gently resting your
.
How are you?
Your hand moves
plan on my eyes and my eyes yearn
capture smiles as he hears the sweet sound of only
slow blossoming of a rose in the secret heart ...
... without thorns.
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