When shadows fall and spirits sink,
And sorrow paints the world in ink,
When burdens grow too vast, too wild,
Turn your frown into a smile.
The clouds that loom with heavy gray,
Will part to light another day.
The darkest hour shall pass in time,
And sorrow's chime will lose its rhyme.
Each wrinkle etched upon your face,
Can trace the path of love and grace.
A smile transforms, it heals, revives,
A beacon bright in weary lives.
















































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