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My Reflection

 

Hey Guys,
I am here with another poem for you all. 

My Reflection

She stood still and looked at her face,
The smile on it kept off the unhappy days. 
Her face she knew was quite imperfect, 
But the smile still remained jolly great. 

The smile was so infectious, 
That it brightened one's day for obvious. 
The gesture being so sweet, 
It was as soothing as a bird's tweet.  

Of all the treasures that the pirates found, 
The smile had to be something profound. 
May be not as expensive as the shining gold, 
But this smile being unique could never be sold. 

Standing there she didn't speak a single word, 
But silence knew how to be loud and heard. 
The smile which she had got, 
Could solve any problem she thought. 




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  1. Sudeshna KundooMay 9, 2021 at 2:45 AM

    Smiles help you go miles.. Another gem from you dearie🥰🥰

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