"It's annonymous, right?" She asks. And smiles.
"Mhmm", I answer back with a grin.
So then, with permission, I let this come out:
She has a smile beautiful, radiating with it a sincerity and pleasure otherwise hidden in her graceful movements. It's a hidden secret that she displays at will, unknown even to herself perhaps. It's a smile that can break walls within if it dares, if you're not prepared for its absolutely jubilant impact.
Such items fall in a special genre, a list that exists in each one of our minds, each list, like each mind, different and overlapping. The list contains rarities in the world today, paralleled for eons in the hidden works of poets unpublished.
I think can see why such a smile exists. I just hope one day I can smile like that too. Or atleast, find one just for me.
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