Smiles Rare Sincere Giving Gifting Kindness Poem by Terence George Craddock

I have never understood
why some are mean with smiles
rare in giving gifting kindness...

smiles we can gift from dawn to dust

without ever lessening the supply
while eyes shine in moments
giving receiving spreading from points...

of meeting like a pebble tossed

into still water penetrating surface
disappearing beautiful ripples concentric spreading
in swift unified harmony expanding...

into treasure water memories stillness lake moments


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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