Artificial Smile Poem by Edmond Rand

You are a flowers of whole beauty,
Made to not remember these all pain of mine,
You, the only liter of water my pain's fire expect,
Which you do not remember anymore,
Only you know your nothing existence,
O! Flowers of all forgetting, keep what? Has what?
Seems like your dead is the only remnant with my orphan voice,
And your breathe is as they way the baby breathe until your die,
And evaluable, suppose yourself to be an creatures inexistent in their
Reality.
Peaceful, and your peace spray everywhere of mine garment
Which I only watch as a sky collect a water of rain pour upon my dust,
O! Flowers of all beauty,
Shine exceedingly in the earth of noise,

And me I wanted to pour my useless tears upon
Its dizzy leaves,
And wanted to glorify its grateful joy with my sad poem
And I will state: all my past dead in it,
But it has done for me not,
And I am honest: my heart do not trust an ARTIFICIAL smile..

Edmond Rand