Thinking of your smile it makes me smile,
But if I think too long, that smile is gone.
For nothing's here that time cannot defile,
What thing on earth will death not turn upon?
Not even solid rock can win the race
Against the wind and rain that over time,
Erode each little atom from its place
And turn it into something more sublime.
This book, these words, this pen, even the moon
The wise and foolish know they'll fade away.
But something has to leave to come back soon,
We need the night to welcome back the day.
So ice fades when it melts but this I drink,
One smile is gone but two come when I think.
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