a little smile

a little, little smile 

can be really, really sad

did you see the eyes twinkle?

no...

did you see a little dimple?

no...

did you see the face light up?

no...

that's why,

a little, little smile

can be really, really sad.

be like a child

Been reading Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking Glass and what Alice found there. I would often leaf back and read again and again a particular paragraph under Chapter I Looking-Glass House.

Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt;and perhaps it says 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty,they dress themselves all in green, and dance about-whenever the wind blows-oh, that's very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. "And I do so which it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown."

To a child, everything is grand, everything is beautiful...a smile is not pretentious, a lie does not slip through and a kiss cures all the pain.

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The Tears of Yesterday

I long for the distant rumble of thunder 

to drown the sound of my cry,

I long for the soft pelt of rain 

to hide my tear stricken eyes,

I long for the cold wind 

to breathe life to  my feverish soul,

Lastly, I long for tomorrow's hope  

to erase the pain of yesterday’s fall.