They relax be at ease
on the face your muscles
and your lips stretch out
into thought as you escape
folding entirely to a cresent shape.
Then you know you are smiling
by the force of feeling
from inside that fountain
the good days as you count
and your face turns to a smile
as you ride back in time
galloping through the mile.
Oh, this is one good write, a poem to remember, read again, and pick out a totally new meaning. That's...writing. I'm learning a lot from the young poets. Write until the sun comes up...
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I would like to translate this poem
this poem makes me smile when I read it.great write