There they are and there is me, here,
I can bear it, my silence amid the voices,
An ocean, deep and clear, the waves I steer
Away from the shore; my heart closes
In indifference, I rather disappear
In my solitude, lost in quietude, then glance
At the dead dreams that still look beautiful
In its immutable nonchalance,
I love my heart for being sorrowful!

This is how I smile!
Sweet Death, a while.

12-28-2024