Her Secret Smile (Revisited)


Man has borne witness

Its creation

Sunlight to a stormy day

Many fall victim

Fall hard for its innocence

Weakened by its insistence

Mist hovering over meadow grass

It lingers

Well beyond the moment past

Bringing warmth where it’s cool

Giving rise to the

Longing

Yearning

Fatal hope

Of a simpering fool

 

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