Look at no smiling faces
That shall remind of new race
The class of its own
Who have happiness flown?
They have an art of contentment
Internal happiness with movement
That reflects on face
You find only some traces
Go after poor living in hut
You will find more happiness but
He will reveal only his part
His world loves with speed of cart
Do not go after comparison
It may have no reasons
You confined to what you are
The people may leave you and go far
People may be living with deception
This quality develops since inception
You just follow what your instinct says
That shall suggest you means and ways
Nice Dieter Clotman3 hours ago Not the easiest one to read, but beautifully done
Look at no smiling faces That shall remind of new race
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Interesting, a race of unsmiling faces developed from inception. 18 Aug by South by Southwest to With known deception