sometimes our faces are
like paper
the wind of stars
shining through
sometimes they are
closed,
death masks,
present in confusion
and sometimes
we smile
just smile
with a light
from inside
send me your smile
when i am sad.
i send you mine
With the tides,
with doves
through the skies,
with clouds,
sun,rain
in a grain of salt,
in your food,
your wine
In the trees,
the flowers,
in silence
and in your bed
i send you mine
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