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Mar 2014
The impermanence of this hour ignites any of my whimsical fancies
churning dormant fantasy, so my undying vitality
booms through every vein, tears past poorly-sewn seams,
and stampedes across unaffected lethargy until something
dares alleviate my despondency, and so transcends this transience;

your smiles stop time for me.

Your smiles allot therapy, and from there, they build synergy
between the group of you and me, and thus, we’ve got some harmony in this
tangy, boundless give-and-take.
For you, I pour out my soul and as arresting compensation,
this bliss on your illuminated faces suspends my
heart’s drumming anticipation and
delineates the reason for my persistent attempts to bring you joy;

from widely-divided mouth corners to pearly whites
engulfing visages.
Air-deficient laughs, eyes overflowing with floods of saline.
Wrinkled noses, squinted eyes, hiccups and sentimental sighs
act as acoustic introduction to that fervent seduction
all of you (time and time again) douse me with to keep my fire burning.

No matter the time or place, your hallowed happiness
is forever that axiomatic substance that prompts me
to draw breath, warmth and vision ceaselessly.

Smile; it insires me.
Written by
Aliya Smith
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   purple orchid
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