A smiling world (hour 11)

Brewed in the inner most part of my being,

My smile escapes

It travels

It blooms

It spreads its tentacles across the four walls of the earth

It radiates

Like wild fire

Its contagious touch turns

everything and everyone

into a smiling movement

 

It is a smiling world

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