A smile can bring
such peace
and make a heart sing or iron out
the crease
that sorrow may fling
at you
it’s these little things that make
a difference
I believe these should be
held with reverence
as though they are part of a dream
that comes to fruition
and takes away the partition
between heaven and earth,
brings a blessing from a curse,
joy from hurt,
a flower from dry dirt.
Claire Connor
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