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**SMILE**
After clouds shed tears of sorrow,
Mother nature consoles it with a rainbow,
A sapling in the soil trying to grow.
Looks up towards the sun with raised brow,
To Protect the little one from the sun dance,
The elders bend as the wind blow,
Even in the middle of the tide's roar,
That vast sea do not forget to make an arc on the shore,
Thus, it is a curve that sets everything straight,
Draw it on your face too before it gets late.
© PUJA_typing
Mother nature consoles it with a rainbow,
A sapling in the soil trying to grow.
Looks up towards the sun with raised brow,
To Protect the little one from the sun dance,
The elders bend as the wind blow,
Even in the middle of the tide's roar,
That vast sea do not forget to make an arc on the shore,
Thus, it is a curve that sets everything straight,
Draw it on your face too before it gets late.
© PUJA_typing
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