i combed the dreams
that have fallen on your face
like the foliage in an autumn,
with my lips.
then, as a kid, i looked
into the sheet of water
in your eyes, as if in a prayer
'narcissus' broken down...
and your lips reddened, like the clouds
when the sun melts into the sea...
we felt that silence -
the ancients named it god
and we named it life.
under the statue of Buddha
we silently laughed
laughed to nirvana....
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