"can I please ask you one thing?"
she took a deep breath and shrugged, "I guess so."
"how are you always so happy? i've never seen you with sad eyes or a crooked smile or even having a bad day. you always have a smile that could light up the room and eyes that are brighter than the sun."
she replied, "i'm not an artist, but i've learned how to paint on a smile."
#28 valentina accardo
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a palette of poems
Poesíawriting is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words...
