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The Smile
The blood drips out of my hard cracked blisters.
I can barley walk anymore the pain is so intense.
The heat from the sun is exhausting my body.
The last drop of water was drunk hours ago.
These hills I call mountains are not so forgiving.
The sand makes the walking harder to bear.
She looks up at me and squeeze's a smile.
For now I'll keep walking till we find some shelter.
The smile gives me life,that I thought was gone.
I turn to see trees far up ahead.
I hope that there real and not an Illusion.
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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