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Dear Friend,
To many I have written letters,
To many I have written proses
but to few I immortalize my thoughts.
An old man looking at the clouds as they sojourned Through the starry nights said
‘’Time is the currency of life so spend it wisely
And experiences are the assets thereof.’’
SMILES I constructed as I became a Beethoven of my memories,
Striking each chords so hard till they lost their rights to mortality
For in them are the rhythm of a parade of words, cares, and encouragements,
Dugged up from the roots of love.
Just as folks believe,that all you find in the roots are nothing But dirt’s, downs, confusion and pain,
But it was amazing finding seeds even at the depths.
A seed of love, a seed of honesty and a seed of visualization.
Smiles a poem for a freind, and the expression there of
A wind of peace.
‘’Smiles’’ the history behind the chants of immortality,
Smiles.. I hope you never lost the reflex of your happiness my dear friend.
©lanceslim
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