Lover’s Potrait


Near my hometown
There was a fair
In that fair
we saw a portrait
of a young lady...

A beautiful lady
with a smile...
her eyes was closed
and lips.....was dry..
the lady look weak
and was no real...
but even though
her smile had life...

She looks down
with a smile....
We had no clue
At whom she smiled ?
we where confused,
why still her lips were dry?
even though had no life...

she still looks weak
but still had a smile
And that smile....
Had a life.......

Then we knew
Her smile was
Her late love. .
who left the home
for the war.....

And she smiled
that he was near....

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