Thy body dissolves in the,
Crouching happiness.
The gest of life lives,
In the gist of this feeling.
To smile at the toughest thing,
Is the art of eternity.
The enchanting smile is,
A bargain between desires.
The feeling comes from within to without,
And not the reversal.
Thee art is a seer’s secret,
And a man’s mystery.
Find not it away from you,
Be silent and that is you.
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