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When You Smile



When you smile, it is like a brilliantly candlelit chapel by a dark and lonely road side. For when you smile, you sustain hopes of peace and happiness, you sustain hope for Life. You would never know, how many strangers take delight, in those little lights you spread, just because you smile.

Someday, if I were to find a frown fret your brows, I would call in the Spring warriors, storm the ocean doors. I would talk to the fairies and the gnomes, I will call in the summer winds for support. And around you I would weave, your favorite dream. I would go that extra mile for I so badly need you to smile :)

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  1. Beautiful Rajesh! Really beautiful. :-)

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  2. Thanks Sue,Raji. Seeing your comments I read the lines again, it does have a child-like romantic melody to it :) Thank you for your visits.

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  3. Wow!! For whoever this is..that babe is sure very lucky! :)

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