I heard the sound behind my back,
It sounded at first like the bird which tickles the ground
Is someone laughing? Why not?
After all, for once, we are all around.
Isn’t it the time to share?
The true faces, the true feelings of ours?
Left to survive on this tiny Earth
Till someone will come and join with a giggle
Behind our backs again,
Yet, only when we cannot hear,
Cannot share this spirit,
This fragile fresh air from beating hearts.
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