Happy hours are like blossom flowers,
which comes for a while,
and brings a graceful smile.
But, the smile of a while,
will flit after a while.
You'll fret for the sigh,
to see again a graceful smile.
Remember, not to whine,
for the will to shine.
Hope for the best,
but don't you take a rest.
A time will enter,
when the things will turn splendor.
A graceful smile enter,
for which you were a hunter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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