YOUR SMILE
I remember your smile, it's like delicate morning flowers. Your colorful smile has always taken me far away in a strange dream. It's always had a strange effect, a strange melody, and a strange echo inside me. Believe me, your smile is my best friend. I've always sat under its shade like a tired traveler, and I've always hidden among its leaves like a silent story. Your smile in the morning is captivating and refreshing like lemonade, and in the evening, it's a celebration that fills my life with passion.
This is how – because your smile- I became a sailor and a traveler. This is how your smile fills me with happiness and taught me the roaring of water and the songs of birds. Because of your smile, I've become a lover, don't you see?
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