from your lips
you kindly drop a smile
while falling
it draws feelings
i pick it up
and press it against my lips
then i give it back to you
so you do not seem sad
I like
to enter sometimes
the town library
to stroke the books with my look
to touch them with my hand
while walking among the shelves
to feel their smell
and read one book or another
I leave-taking with me
the sadness of so many books