Lesson 12
A stranger has comeand brought with her the gift of smiles
long forgotten, but now known
to be within reach. A hair’s breadth.
Hair flowing in the wind. The smell
ambrosial. What gift it is
to be alive, to have a heart,
and not be swept under the tunnel
of judgment. To greet
everyday like it is a blank page
or a canvas
where paradise can be made
out of nothing more
than just
a beautiful smile.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-08-01 at 16:16
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