The scribblings of an eccentric writer for your perusal

A Smile

The world against me seems
Torn at the seams
When that smile I do not see.

When those shining eyes fall into I do not
That familiar form I do not spot
My sorrow does not end.

But when I that voice I hear
A friend concerned, a companion dear,
Despair the battle has lost.

A friend I have again found
All bitterness is drowned
Because of that smile.

Luke Scicluna
17/11/2010

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