Smile Across Your Face

Smile Across Your Face sonnet poems

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Droplets dew settle sweet
Upon a flower gentle sway
Cricket’s empathy to the nightress sings
Symphonies which chorus soon negates

Darkness surrenders into full retreat
Withdraws shadow from woodland’s bush and glade
To a new found dawn; rhapsody with fresh wet paints
Lending more to ’tis morning’s coming grace

Sky red; mistress blush
A rising star blowing warm kisses feint
Beams and winks and such
Sets felicity up, atop this unveiling stage

But yet, a greater anticipation awaits
Than the dawn out yonder which heaven breaks
As the sunrise pales in comparison to the brighter
Summer smile now waking rapture across your face

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