Saturday, October 8, 2011


It grows in every blinks of laughter
For an outer face beyond shed and fears
From the morning, wipes by unexpected rain
Let smile gloom for a shower be summer’s lane

It proves the color of dark and white
As a pool for nicer your pride be hide
Other as a falls for truthful your Brights define
But ornament at all though impressions of dust

Smile is everywhere if heart beats
If a bud hears your laugh, it too inside
For itself a smile could be found deep of heart
Was better and true a reply of not just proud

So let your smile flows by the water of red
And let you grows from dry of dieing roses scent
Place it to the sun, moon and universe
For innocent quails should be inverse


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