Smiles lighting up the face always
Pouring joy into heaven’s stairways
Sending curves to the fairy’s lips
Happiness tingling at finger tips.
Yet a trail of ache remain
In shadows left behind
Singing to her voice’s content
Revealing the coiled serpent.
Each recognize their own kind
Their own kind, they will find
Like a dancer knows those who dance
Like a singer knows those who sing.
Those who cry, hear her silent cry.
How does she hide her tear?
Wonder the ones who are dear.
Does she hide her tear with a smile?
Maybe changed the way she cried.
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Sometimes it is a necessity.
Mysoul says - Glad for it though, else we will have rivers of tears flooding our earth.