it could be that all
i believe is just out
there floating in the
breeze of fall, waiting
for someone to reach
out and call it perfection.
it could be that life is
beautiful and i am
floating in the breeze
of fall, waiting for it
to reach out and call
me perfection, maybe
it is both and i am
caught in the middle,
smiling all the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem on smile makes me smile..good work.. regards, ASHKA