They spoke,
they said...
...Their words,
I could feel them,
as I listened I could close my eyes.
The leaves.
My thoughts,
I really tried hard to think,
at night,
my expression,
through a humming,
as for me, I do not know.
The one language differs.
Could I make it more serious?
Would things then change?
I remember,
as if in a glimpse,
having my face covered,
my eyes, too, closed,
I smiled,
because I asked for everything,
yet,
yes,
I smiled.
