The fool

If life is just an illusion,

If there’s no difference

between reality and fantasy

For the lively mind,

I’ll gather the scraps of my talent

And breath in – the life

Into those playful greenish eyes

Into that crooked smile

And strawberry-blond locks.

Into those cheeky words and cheesy jokes

Into the heart of steel

That’s mushy and soft inside.

I’ll take all the letters I know,

To revive that sharp-witted tongue

And freckled satin skin.

I’ll give all I have, to drag you out of the dream.

 

 

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