Helplessly…

Day 23/52

Her crescent smile…

I fell in love with it,

Not for it was the best,

But what we all needed…

It had the power to mend a heart like mine

Touch a soul with a sense of glamour and hope

And made beauty out of our broken pieces…

Her crescent smile, wasn’t just any kind of smile…

It was magically special.

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Hers leaves me in a brutal love reality, helplessly as I stare and wonder where such angels hide…she has the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen…damn!!!

With poetry, we appreciate that what we see, what we feel and what we don’t. Poetry is feelings in all aspects unimaginable. That’s what makes it different from all other forms of social art. It’s an art that demands expression and its presence to be felt… just like life itself.