The Smile at Sea

The Smile at Sea short poem

Through oceans of tears comes the Smile on the face,

The Smile that struggles to find its place,

The Smile that masquerades the hurt and pain,

A strong pretense, that never goes in vain.

A wave of nostalgia begins to sweep,

The frothy and true Smiles begin to shine,

The bubbly, mischievous Smiles come to shore,

Surfing with Smiles is happiness galore.

Sailing on with the ebb and flow,

Gracefully taking it all in tow,

The Smile surges on the unruly sail,

Docile yet subtly defiant, the Smile is here to stay.

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Swathi Rao
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Again, a good one.. Each smile, has a different story!

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