That special existence of cries tempt me so harshly , overwhelming seductive.
Declined the blading happiness.
Sometimes smiles stormed through my heart
and leave trails of dust quicker than it appear.
Sometimes they ignore my prayers
and that's the way smiles are special in.
They are that of flowers,
they bloom and wither as time tick it's span away.
And for that which never end,
it's definitely a sincere god-sent,
for me to plant my smiles over and over again.