A Smile Is Smile
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When someone says you made me smile,
The child within me the foolish juvenile,
Falls in trouble to feel the essence
Are the rose petals really dancing with fragrance?
Or I behaved like a monkey in a zoo?
And the smile was merely a shoo.
The fleeting of my mind makes me restless,
I start regretting my act in distress.
But my heart replies, you old juvenile!
Why so impatient, a smile is smile.
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