A Smile That Is Mine
A blank wall tells a story with many themes..
As a transparent look speaks without words though it seems..
With a blink of an eye I can write of life and how it flows..
And with a turn of my head I can follow highs and sprinkled lows..
When we walk with our heads down we stumble, but not at our feet..
We just miss what the horizon has given, and a new day to meet..
The blank wall now has splashes of this Poets painted lines..
And a voice seen and heard from a smile that is mine..
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011
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