.

There it is
spread out,
being in its
l i g h t n e s s.
Woven into everything
no matter what nature.

At my feet
clouds, feathers,
carrying the spirit
on their wings.

Almost like a
d r e a m
but it is
also
the very plain
and simple
everyday reality,
that swings
around my nose.

. . .

Does it dare
to come out,
that timid little
deep
s m i l e ?
F r e e
to show
its face
in this
difficult world?

Touching the world around it
with its tips.
And whoever sees it,
feels it, senses it,
and is
touched by it…
can also
in its own way
e n t r u s t
itself a little further
to smile
and lightness

And then,
who knows where
it will carry on,
when smile
passes on smiles,
and like this
strands of
j o y
are growing into
infinity.

S m i l i n g
q u i e t l y
t o
t h e m s e l v e s
a n d
i n t o
e v e r y t h i n g
t h a t
n o t i c e s
t h e i r
g r e e t i n g

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