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Dream Food

My dear heart, say how are you?
How simple your words. Lightly formed with your lips. A smile. I feel your hands on my skin, speaking to me. Your eyes are resting on me. Silent.
Tell me, my heart, how are you?

In my melody, in my dance, I am always with you. Neither possibility, nor trial, nor alternative. No, there is nothing. Your eyes are resting on me. Dreamlike. Substantial. Still.
Tell me, my heart, how are you?

So far away from you. Could that be all? God, I think of you every time I think. But my heart, does it loves you? It leaps, it aches, it is silent, it sings.
Tell me, my heart, how are you?
This is my silent poem on long days when I dare to think of you without ceasing.
YOU ARE my dream food

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