filtered smiles
dissipated clouds
dont try to be nice
the truth must be spoken
the torn corners of a book
are still there,
with all the pages intact
some pages have no more
the text i wrote,
ink has faded
but has it meant
the meanings have also evaporated,
dont know
the fissures in faint smiles
are unable to confess
what is writ so large
on the sky
in which we flew
like unhinged birds
that day