There is so much in a smile,
That humans cannot see.
The hidden sadness of a woman infertile,
A child swinging from a big birch tree.
Each smile tells a tale,
To complex for the mind.
A young bride beaming from behind a silver veil.
A sad old man, forgotten, but kind.
Smiles are supposed to be joyful,
but can also be sad.
A church window pane of glass so colorful.
A girl headed to school in a skirt of plaid.
Each smile different, yet a little the same.
You'll only really know if you play the game.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 11:47 PM UTC
There is so much in a smile,
That humans cannot see.
The hidden sadness of a woman infertile,
A child swinging from a big birch tree.
Each smile tells a tale,
To complex for the mind.
A young bride beaming from behind a silver veil.
A sad old man, forgotten, but kind.
Smiles are supposed to be joyful,
but can also be sad.
A church window pane of glass so colorful.
A girl headed to school in a skirt of plaid.
Each smile different, yet a little the same.
You'll only really know if you play the game.
I liked how I ended this one. All of the parts are similar except that one that makes me feel like it stands up.
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