SONNET 680
By JH Sayyar
A smile—so small, yet vast in silent might,
It lights the soul more bright than noonday sun,
A crescent moon that glows in darkest night,
And warms the heart when joy and hope are none
It needs no speech, yet speaks in sweetest tongue,
It heals the wounds that tears or time can’t mend,
A gift from lips where laughter once had sprung,
A bridge where love and lonely sorrows blend
The smile of one we do cherish in our soul
Can turn the bitter hour to honeyed peace,
It makes the shattered pieces somehow whole,
And bids the storms within the heart to cease
O gentle smile, thou art a secret silent art,
That paints pure light upon the face and heart
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