The smile not the laugh

 

It’s the smile not the laugh

As every Mona Lisa knows

Smiling from frame to frame in a photocopy world

Disappearing into middle distance

Fading into the past

Memories are the thumbprints on the canvas

The truthful lies we tell ourselves,

when no one is listening

So at last we despise what we have become.

The rain reflects the sadness of the day

Collected with sorrow in the puddles of missed opportunity.

 

 

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