Oh the smiling faces
almost tainted
by longing gazes
for sounds only
the hearing ears
could decipher
Oh the raised brows
of twitching noses
that separates scents
from rage to roses
and embrace real odor
as smiling faces
grow wider
Let not the heart trip
awaiting
the eyes embrace
of such arrivals
that has true power
to paint
the smiling face
and colour
the senses
Copyright©2024 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
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