Treasure Island

Sulaiman Mohd Yusof

(Singapore)

Smile


Smile
is a mirror
a sign of
sincerity
friendships
and honesty
Few cases,
not really
a smile
but
a blessing
in disguise

Submitted: Monday, June 02, 2008
Edited: Thursday, December 11, 2008

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  • Tsira Goge (6/2/2008 12:05:00 PM)

    Sulaiman, There is such children's Russian song: from blue the streamlet, the river begins, but and the friendship begins with a smile. Thank you for your kind comment.,
    Best wishes,
    Tsira (Report) Reply

  • Catherine Rica Cosico (6/2/2008 5:26:00 AM)

    A smile makes our day brighter and happier and also to the people around us...A smile is just a mirror that reflects whats within! ! ! Smile always... (Report) Reply

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