Dear Smile

If every yellow blossom was an echo of your laughter

and every star that shines glinted brighter in your eye,

there'd be a flower for everyone

all seven-point-five billion

and the night sky'd be so bright

we'd never miss the sun.

I like to see your smile.

I miss it when it's gone.

But it's only a little while.

You always make it home.


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