A Smile
I see a smile as a shooting star
That soars to the heights where the eagles are
Yet, a smile is like spring in its freshest hue
Or maybe like a jewel of morning dew
A smile is like a wind in its breezy bands
Or tiny bubbles where water stands A smile in the eyes clears the morning light
And a smile on the lips touches the sky at night
But the wind can blow out and bubbles dry
The spring fades into the summer’s sky
The dew dries up, and shooting stars, shot
But a smile, on a face is never forgot
Copyright © Patrick Kelly | Year Posted 2022
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