When hearts need a bond,
I appear to heal and warm,
Bridging all with love.
Gentle in its spark,
But intense in joy or grief,
Smile frees every heart.
Babies summon me,
Turning all into their kin,
Pure and untainted.
In a salesman's world,
A light smile shows doubt; beware,
A burst means you're loved.
Mother’s gentle grin,
Soft as angel wings at rest,
Holds the world in peace.
Enemies' cold smiles,
Sharp as blades, foretell danger,
Guard your soul with care.
Wisdom wears me scarce,
Yet the common man finds me,
Often and with ease.
I defeat despair,
Touching hearts, bridging the void—
I am 'Smile' who destroys the grave.
So summon me always
About the Creator
Rane Archer
Amidst the noise, true voices resonate. In vocal Media platform, I write about health, lifestyle, technology, history, and world politics—creating a space where meaningful voices rise and connect.
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