Smile…


Smile, and

it will serve me a relic,

for, I know, the

tougher days are arriving

riding on the darker wings.

 

Smile, and

I’ll seek hope

where none is to be found.

And light

where sun never shines.

 

Smile, and

I’ll cherish it

amid the buzz of ambience,

in my solitude.

I’ll treasure it in

the recess of my broken heart.

 

Smile, and 

I’ll seek recuperation

from it.

 

Smile, if

I make you, or

if I deserve one.

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