Reflecting smiles can charm the passing hour,
A fleeting warmth that dances on the face;
They lift the heart with subtle, gentle power,
Yet often vanish, leaving empty space.
They mirror joy, yet borrow from the soul,
A borrowed light that cannot fully stay;
Their beauty marks the moment as a whole,
Then slips away like shadows of the day.
Still in their wake, a softer truth remains:
That kindness shown, however briefly bright,
Can echo on through hearts and quiet pains,
And linger far beyond the eye's delight.
So cherish smiles, though fleeting they may be,
For in their glance survives humanity.
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