A little bending of the mouth
To reveal a crate of teeth
And transient furrows
The same language we do not have
To speak, to understand
The pregnant warmth and assurance
In the dish of a smile.
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A Smile│ AN ORIGINAL POEM
A little bending of the mouth
To reveal a crate of teeth
And transient furrows
The same language we do not have
To speak, to understand
The pregnant warmth and assurance
In the dish of a smile.
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