Tuesday, January 19, 2010
your smile, it made my day really.
it began, like the picking of a string on his guitar,
a pleasant sound, that resounded within the cavities,
filling his void with warmth and gentleness.
it swept merrily, with grace, inside out
as weariness was shed,
a smile slowly, but surely, emerged on his face once more.
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7:34 AM
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