I'd not thought
The wish will be a weapon
to bring out tears
from your eyes.
I always want your eyes
to dance and sparkle
with reciprocal smile.
Because, with your smile
and sparkle
attach my smile.
I wanted you to smile more
but the wish
created a sore.
With your sad face,
I lost my smile,
a void that I feel
Like the Bermuda Triangle,
where the wish should enter
for ever.
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