Smiles were the best of times
Chipped in to my past
With outstanding reason
Were set in it's own glass
Poured and Stored
In people's hearts
No longer thirsty of pleasure
But in memory it starts
Washing the threads and strands
Of the covering of Real
Blunt may be the tip
But Warm and Strong is the feel
Staying with me
Only by my side
Chained inside my heart
No one sees it because I'm Blind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was really good. i must agree that smiles are the best of times.