Those smiling faces, how wonderfully seen
Like the sun in a brightful day
Like the flower touched by the glorious rain
Nevertheless, you'll never know
People love not the unseen
the beauty lies inside,
nor the crack grows within,
only the lies glow the face
But, who will realise
The love grows in the dark
The pain cries in silence
The child stays under the shade
Pain always come and go
people smile freely, but one
who silently walk alone and
stand in the darkside of the sunshine.
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