Today I again read a poem of you...
Ahhh... I almost could see your smile when writing
That smile that only winners know how to give without any sketch smile.
Mistery that only someone else who can connect essences can see.
I chuckle alone, I flew, I've been close for a moment as as short landing bird.
And... I flew back to myself, to my loneliness full of memories.
Injured birds also know to recover and when they can not do, they fly away from the scene of his pain, to hide their own.
Today, I read another poem of you.
And I pay tribute to you and your essence, whitout revealing my own.
Today, when I read another poem of you
I put all the words in a very secret place
And only one blessed hope could find.
And to keep the secret
I hide my identity behind my Mona Lisa smile.
Leonard could not find out the truth.
Unless he love me
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