You Can Tell by My Smile

A little spring,
a little lightness,
a little freshness…

Time has left its marks,
and I have smiled.

The lines do not frighten me…

As long as the spring within me stays fresh,
as long as I find a reason to smile,
as long as those I love make me feel whole
and I move a little closer to my dreams…

Those marks simply become a quiet story.

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