How much does it take, to fill a room
Full?
After another tired hard day
frustration air
another dusty little face kissed, by the infinite weight of self
One cent, maybe?
for some lifting musky mist
shower on, the sobbing mature skin
which price
paid
by one minute, office laughter, today
Or, some lucid healing light
from a tv screen
to
an invisible wound
several peaceful hours of, forgive and forget
Or just with those sounds
beer cans opening, phone dialing, friends talking,
follows with
the loudest whisper
from the silence of the walls, stillness of the floor
Or maybe, just maybe, most effectively
With a smile
A smile which doesn`t exist
Which size
bigger
than a billion rooms
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