Smiling Poem by Johannes Zettler

Smiling



here we lay in bed
next to each other,
holding our hands,
still able to count
the days of our happiness
on one hand…
her eyes are closed.
is she asleep?
what’s she dreaming of?
she smiles…
what a beautiful smile!
and those sensitive lips…
her smile makes me happy.
a gentle kiss
and we fall back
into wonderland...

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