Poetry which smiles.

To the Sorrow,

My words breathe,

To the pain,

My rhymes speak.

Hope, is something which is missing,

Poetry with thin bright side,

Poetry which smiles after every sentence,

After every word.

Maybe someday, I’ll write,

A poem with the smile.

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