Your Smile
Your smile is where sunrise sings,
Secrets of soft gold.
Break the night with silent grace,
And sculpt the light on her face.
A heat breeze, such a soft silence,
The world feels young when she smiled.
No poet pen, without the painter's tone,
I could hold the brightness that her lips let go.
And when she smiles, the stars lean closely -
Because even they should stop and hear.
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