Stranded as if
On an isolate isle
All these long while,
I waited for joy to happen.
But I've now learnt
After having my fingers burnt,
That smile be the source
Of joy that oozes from its pores!
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Reflections |03.10.2019|
You can always make yourself happy and smile. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole
Thanks for liking it. I'll soon read your two poems and revert.
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smile be the source Of joy that oozes from its pores! /// YEAH RIGHT smile a mirror of inside happiest heart!
And you have rightly said why: smile a mirror of inside happiest heart! (Report) Thank you dear poet, Mahatb Bangalee