Don’t Smile
Don’t smile
To shroud the pain
To conceal the strain
Don’t smile
To stop the bleeding of the heart
Smile not
Neither to cloud a sore
Nor to veil the real score
Offer not your smile as a gift…
Grinned from the cheeks of a Greek
Don’t wear it as a facade
…a dangerous camouflage
Pick not your smile
From the vines of sore
Let it fall
From the tree of joy
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