The miles Poem, by imma isa kemmy, at My poetic side

It starts with giggles,

Whispers that chatter,

Smiles masked with pimples,

Fears that matter,

Tears that jiggles

I see a chapter,

Of closed past

Pasts that matter,

Of smiles that last,

Iasts as we chatter,

I see the dimple

Rising within smiles,

Smiles that mumble,

Hiding sadness miles

When its all a gamble

I see the smile,

Birthing memory,

Memories that we will file,

In tones of glory

For we went a mile

The miles