Face full of grace

I see her once more. There is something familiar from the way she smile: ear to ear.

I see her once more. There is something peculiar from the way she speak: heart to heart.

I see her once more, I know sadness will never get born.

I see her once more, I know madness will never get core.

Her smile could travel many miles.

Her eyes could never tell lies.

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A woman who loves black and white but stuck in between. a Happy wife, Proud Mother, and a psychology graduate studying security. Currently loves to write about life and what happen around it. Expect to find many random thoughts in between. View all posts by darkjasm

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rheindun says:

April 1, 2017 at 6:17 am

And, who is she? she seems to be a very wonderful person. #wondering

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1. darkjasm says:
  
  April 5, 2017 at 7:31 am
  
  it’s you!
  :-*
  
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  1. rheindun says:
    
    April 5, 2017 at 9:22 am
    
    hahaha..you’ve got to be kidding me -.- nice poem, anyway 🙂
    
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