The Lips Danced
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Feeling inferior in a gathering,
everyone has something that I do not have,
I cried within me.
Then a thought came in my mind,
I took out my smart phone,
I typed a poem,
and shared it on a website.
Immediately I noticed someone read it,
liked it and wrote a comment,
"A nice poem, I am here in this gathering,
and I have been watching you sitting lonely,
I am coming at your table."
I didn't smile within me,
the lips danced with a smile.
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