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Smile
On the off chance, that I’m not swimming in those eyes, I would swear that her beauty lies, somewhere across that smile. There is just something, so pure and divine, as if to the clouds I ascended and my mind it is fine. I soar. Where the laws of this world do not apply, Where the sun never sets. Where the moon always shines. Where my feet ever glide, across a soft summers sky. Where I, the King of time, rule in the name of you, queen of mine. As I would march twelve soldiers, in the name of you. Pray each and every one of them, stand true. So please, take my crown, my throne, take everything I own, melt it all and forge it into hope, that I will yet again dive within her soul. For I swear, her smile is magical, beautiful, heavenly, calming. To pour ink for the divine, seems to be my calling. The grains of sand, they keep on rolling. I stand in their way, though the rivers they hold me, and just as time did, it is I now that is falling. Buried with hope, embracing peace slowly. With a smile, though man’s language too poor, to answer why.
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