A spark in the crowd

The girl from the bar wanders around

in my field of joy.

Smiling and laughing,

With the presence of some belgian

booze

And amusing tunes.

I admire her laughter.

The hand of the magician

Wakes the happiness inside her aura,

And spreads it out like a virus 

inside my glass cage.


She makes me long.

Long for a moment we forget 

That there are obstakles coming closer

at our current position.

She doesn’t care.


All she wants is a smile 

From the man,

Which she seeks out

In the crowd of the movement.


She enlights the sun

As she sees the man that finds 

her eyes the source of 

a lost planet’s liberation.


And girl,

I long for your laughter.

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3 comments

  1. Thoughts in Life · December 13

    This was beautiful! I enjoyed reading so much…

    Liked by 1 person

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