When you smile all the particles of your face change into blossoms. And when you laugh all these blossoms start to flower in the barren desert of my mind. The sound of your laughs reminds me of the sweet sound of the sea. I say things to make you laugh, but I don’t laugh myself that I hear you well. At this very moment, my world stands still and I inhale each single moment mixed with that sound into my(lonely)self. I’m filled. And the last movement of your head backward is a slap on my pale face to wake up…
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