for you it's a simple poem for me it's like a restitution
of some breaths
as if I owed to the world something other than
those crumbs of sadness
a miracle happened
like love
a twinkle lost little by little but
I know the blind can't see me
so I can play with my life again
Look, people are putting on their masks again
the curtain slowly lifted, hot mouths with so much laughter
they will meet again for the morning coffee
only god a spectator to their bitter roll
how can I have more of myself
I wonder and I remember a lot
from the war
photo by: kashimana_deviantart
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