A curve that lifts the world around,
A sunbeam breaking through the ground.
A silent language, warm and bright,
A smile that chases back the night.
It speaks of joy, of peace within,
A kindness that can truly win.
No words are needed, clear and true,
A smile reflects the best of you.
It melts the frost from hearts grown cold,
A story waiting to unfold.
A bridge of friendship, strong and bold,
A smile, a treasure to behold.
For in that curve, a light does gleam,
A gentle spark, a joyful stream.
It lifts the weary, calms the frayed,
A smile, a promise gently made.
It asks no questions, makes no claim,
But whispers hope, a gentle flame.
A silent language, understood,
A smile, a universal good.
So let your smile like sunshine spread,
And light the path for all ahead.
A gift to give, a joy to share,
A smile, a treasure beyond compare.
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Moharif Yulianto
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