Smile
I've looked for a gift to bring you,
but nothing seems enough.
Can flowers be painted;
can the sun be made brighter?
Can rivers flow faster,
or stars be whiter?
Words have become my enemy,
while silence is wrapped in melody.
Perhaps, just perhaps I can make you smile
when telling you that you are pure and beautiful as a lily of a Nile.
Did it work, did you smile?
Being all the time happy would be living a lie.
This one smile, this moment of joy,
may it remain, ‘If you want to be happy, be.’ as said Tolstoy.
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