Graces Poem by Peitho Enthermos

Graces



If I am a pretend-happy me
Nothing will be changed, except I must my face.
But I wake up with miracles to see,
So I continue do an embrace.

I expect nothing in return from this sorrowful place;
However a smile you give to me,
I praise God, indeed it is a wonderful grace!

Sunday, January 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Smile
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