When you smile
I see a thousand diamonds
Fall on the ground
A laugh from you
Wakes up the bird in dazed
With a lilting sound
You are not there
And the sky feels hot with a
Fleet of gray cloud
The cool wind that
Blows from the river front
Desperately howls loud
The bud refuses to
Open up to release its scent
And plants look dull
To make the world
Dance in joy you must take
A morning stroll
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