1 October 2012
Smile, such a sweet smile, Like roses in full tender bloom, The aroma gently caressing the air, With a subtle removal of every care, Yet hiding thorns of private gloom.
But I see you deeper than this, Your life, a weaving charade. Of discreet serene pretence, Your smile your only defence, In the life game that is played.
Smile • Opuss № I