Too beautiful a smile
ever to be forgotten
in the wilderness
she met him
thought of him perhaps
as a mirage
was he real he smiled
silence prevailed
all were lost in the oasis
where was it but in imagery
the poet had nothing else to say
so he smiled right away
he had none to return his smile
yet the sun did shine
smacked his eyes
he too smiled
WOW THREE FIVERS IN A ROW THANKS ALL YOU WILL REVIVE POET ME AFTER THE NIAGARA FALLS LOL
Smiles are indeed infectious, and I smiled reading this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW ALL MY POEMS ARE FIVE PPOINTERS DEAD POETS ALWAYS GET TENNERS THEY STAY AHEAD FOR EVER P H'S DESIRE