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Smiles, Not Tears


Good times and bad times, all sand in a fist People you love soon be gone like a mist Your wings will be broken, then mended to fly Count every smile, not tear that you cry Count rainbows, not clouds, as the days go by Our days are numbered from birth till we die Each breath is a gift, a heartbeat no less Let love and faith triumph when put to the test This be not the end, the end is quite far Keep sunlight locked in your memory jar Time and loved ones just slip through your hand Count smiles, not tears, for time is but sand
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GregSmooth
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AKovatcheva001
Your poem is so beautiful; It tells us to appreciate the good things in life. Wonderful
FireDaisy5
Life gets hard sometimes. When the storms come, I think we need to remember the good times from the past and believe that things will get better.

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