A Broad Smile

When I was a child with a broad smile
They told me “To find the springs
Of everything, you have to follow its trace,
And right there, you will catch the groove
From which it did burst, then do regulate
Or even tune it to naught.”
And as I grew old and the smile began to fade,
In one night of no moon
A stream flowing over my cheek I caught
From my wet eyes till my face drowned,
And then, their words through my mind rolled
And with shaking hands my eyes wiped
Once, twice and more, but
Couldn’t regulate such stream
As from deep within a fountain
Started to weep out my pain,
And I had nothing to do
But hoping for a soft whisper
To allay such inflaming fire;
For voices loud cannot the whining soul stir
As people’s words don’t always inspire.

 

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