Poems
The Smile An aura unfolds as she gives away smiles some naive and some cherubic intense during the morning commute it makes a show worth watching and I watch... She does not tally her smiles but opens her heart and lets deep rooted sorrows spill out all over the factual world staining its laminate floor greasing the world's painted door A beaten path, a trembling stride or two her transparent innocence and woes bleed by the masses quid pro quo, sorrow for a smile pitching poverty for pennies She stays on an existence invisible rippling emotions surge past masking the agony in her smile As alms and coins compile, I gather fragments of a smile from within and toss it in to her empty heart *********** Vasanta Athilat vynsom@yahoo.com |
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