Small smiles speak a million grins,
With subtlety,
Above the chin.
The quiet mouth,
Of joy repressed,
Tells multitudes,
Of laughs expressed.
And be it slight,
Or dainty, shy,
Plastered on,
Or wafting by,
The smallest smile.
To me is true,
A passing thought,
From me to you.
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