Searching for
how many?
A smile
in the dark
soul,
a smile crouching
the face
harbouring vile conceits,
searching for those
souls
of dear and
near, departed,
could be in the
branch incognito,
inhabited into a
cuckoo, or lark,
throbbing in full blown
melodious poetry,
also calling birds
distinctly loquacious,
key boards helpless , looking aghast,
typefaces searching
for deletion
or ebullient addition,
yet you keep
smiling
equally the smileys
are smart
dancing to and fro.
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