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FredPeyer

The Smile

Like early morning mist

Rising from a still lake

Her smile hesitantly moved

Up her cheeks

But stopped before

Reaching her eyes

Dark ponds reflecting

Sadness and despair

 

The ghost though of her smile

As tentative as it was

Hinted at a sliver of hope

Expressed a hidden longing

For maybe just a smidgen

Of joy and happiness

But the smile slowly faded

It was not meant to be