Painted SmileA Poem by i am a wanderess
a room filled with bright spirits
colors, shapes and music-less lyrics proud artists standing next to their work people crowding, going berserk avoiding the corner where a blank canvas stood just a lifeless paper on some rundown wood no one dared to approach the designer except a curious child filled with desire on his tippy toes he gave her tap “why is your artwork just a piece of scrap” she shot him a sorry look and began to sigh then paused for a moment before she replied "if you want something thats easy on the eye take a look at this face i wear as a lie glassy eyes forcefully dried dark circles that are somehow disguised pale cheeks dyed pink in the light and a painted smile for others delight "
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