The man closed his eyes, his lips moving as if reciting a name from a lifetime ago. He didn’t take the paper; he folded it neatly and placed it back for the next person, his eyes misty but bright.
"Are they really free?" she asked, her voice like soft velvet. "The best things usually are," Elias replied. LOVE POEMS - Poems for Free
Elias realized then that while he had been giving poems away all day, he might have finally found the one worth keeping. The man closed his eyes, his lips moving