Those unfamiliar happy faces;
smiles that would reach our ears.
Candid and seems like facing no fears;
If there is, how could we be so fierce?
No sadness and tears,
If there is, how'd be our eyes so clear?
Our faces so near,
If not, how'd we look like more than just a peer?
Oh this four-cornered picture,
was the memory I'd forever store.
g.c.
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The unsaid poems
Poetry" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
