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Yet I smile



Don’t cry cause it ended. Smile cause it happened.

Yes it's been a while
Yet I smile

I smile for I have seen
the best of times
the best of nights

I smile for I have lived
amazing moments
a journey through life

I smile for I have survived
a few sorrows
lots of turmoil

I smile for I know
what it's like
what I'm like

I smile for all
for myself
for you all

yes it's been a while
yet I smile

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  1. Unknown13 August 2013 at 09:53

    Dunno why but I love this poem. Simple, short yet powerful. One of your best poems till date (According to me).

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  2. Kearty14 August 2013 at 06:58

    Thank you so much!

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