THE HIDDEN SMILE


The smile of a girl was somewhere lost,
Into the world of dazzling thoughts.
She wanted to cry,
But memories reminded her to fly.
She was a slave,
But the past had taught her to be brave.
Why she had to grow was the question,
Desire to be young was the solution.
Trembling up and down she climbed the ladder,
Trembled down with bruises on her shoulder.
Memories stood by to heal the wounds,
To take her mind off the sad moods.
They gave her wings to fly,
To look at them when she cry.

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