Faces and sounds in my mind
walking singing
an uncommon face of mine in those faces
being watched by me with my open eyes
playing
singing jumping
I hear a distant
ode to joy
has he been born again
yes faces
uncommon flowers
of violins and love
making love a passion
as if no afterlife
would be complete without
this life
Sing my child
kiss and tell how soft
it felt
this joy of my lips
on your lips
juices of joy
dripping now
in my palms
shinning as you flow
with me my flower
singing this ode to joy
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