Morning Frowning

How we think ourselves and frown
Our little waves of up-side down
Wrinkle over eyes so wise
Revealing little cracks inside
That stumble us within our glee
Within our living happily
Loving yours, disliking mine
Our little patterns of the mind
Flashing onto flesh to see
Wakening curiosity...
What ripples there, behind that face?
Desires to fall into that space.

The End

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