Your Smile
There was sunshine in my favorite place
Music dance and smoking cigarettes
I stared at my own poem
On Sterling’s oil painting
Again and again
Your smile suddenly appeared at the other end
Heartbeat deep breath and face turning red
I thought we had already met
In fact
We never came across each other’s path
Till that night at Watersheds
What a wonderful chance
I encountered a fantabulous friend!
Written by JerSki BjorkSen
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