Smile
Smiling into the wind is an exercise in futility
The wind has no eyes to notice this ability
Smiling in darkness no value has it earned
But smile into a mirror and it's always returned
It will not fade at the end of each each day
But is renewed by looking a new mirror's way
Copyright © Elizabeth Smith | Year Posted 2015
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