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When She Smiles

aniket22

aniket22

Favoured Frenzy
Her smile begins like morning sun,
Soft golden threads, undone, begun—
A curve so slight, yet worlds align,
And shadows lose their right to time.

It spreads not loud, but bold and clear,
A quiet joy that pulls you near.
No thunder rolls, no need for fame—
Just warmth that answers to your name.

It climbs into the weary soul,
A laughter light, a sudden whole.
No medicine, no sacred art—
Just her, and grace that mends the heart.

You feel it bloom in strangers too,
Like flowers waking soaked in dew.
In rooms gone dull, it sparks a flame—
And leaves the air no longer the same.

Her smile—unchained, spontaneous grace—
Is sunlight caught on every face.
A gift, a spark, a fleeting truth...
That joy can echo into youth.
 
aniket22 said:
Her smile begins like morning sun,
Soft golden threads, undone, begun—
A curve so slight, yet worlds align,
And shadows lose their right to time.

It spreads not loud, but bold and clear,
A quiet joy that pulls you near.
No thunder rolls, no need for fame—
Just warmth that answers to your name.

It climbs into the weary soul,
A laughter light, a sudden whole.
No medicine, no sacred art—
Just her, and grace that mends the heart.

You feel it bloom in strangers too,
Like flowers waking soaked in dew.
In rooms gone dull, it sparks a flame—
And leaves the air no longer the same.

Her smile—unchained, spontaneous grace—
Is sunlight caught on every face.
A gift, a spark, a fleeting truth...
That joy can echo into youth.
Click to expand...
Awesome . :clapping::cool:
 
aniket22 said:
Her smile begins like morning sun,
Soft golden threads, undone, begun—
A curve so slight, yet worlds align,
And shadows lose their right to time.

It spreads not loud, but bold and clear,
A quiet joy that pulls you near.
No thunder rolls, no need for fame—
Just warmth that answers to your name.

It climbs into the weary soul,
A laughter light, a sudden whole.
No medicine, no sacred art—
Just her, and grace that mends the heart.

You feel it bloom in strangers too,
Like flowers waking soaked in dew.
In rooms gone dull, it sparks a flame—
And leaves the air no longer the same.

Her smile—unchained, spontaneous grace—
Is sunlight caught on every face.
A gift, a spark, a fleeting truth...
That joy can echo into youth.
Click to expand...
Absolutely enchanting. This poem beautifully captures the radiant, transformative power of a truly genuine smile.
Awesome Intelligence ™​
 
aniket22 said:
Her smile begins like morning sun,
Soft golden threads, undone, begun—
A curve so slight, yet worlds align,
And shadows lose their right to time.

It spreads not loud, but bold and clear,
A quiet joy that pulls you near.
No thunder rolls, no need for fame—
Just warmth that answers to your name.

It climbs into the weary soul,
A laughter light, a sudden whole.
No medicine, no sacred art—
Just her, and grace that mends the heart.

You feel it bloom in strangers too,
Like flowers waking soaked in dew.
In rooms gone dull, it sparks a flame—
And leaves the air no longer the same.

Her smile—unchained, spontaneous grace—
Is sunlight caught on every face.
A gift, a spark, a fleeting truth...
That joy can echo into youth.
Click to expand...
Hello and good evening bro. Lovely poem and very well expressed emotions.
 
aniket22 said:
Her smile begins like morning sun,
Soft golden threads, undone, begun—
A curve so slight, yet worlds align,
And shadows lose their right to time.

It spreads not loud, but bold and clear,
A quiet joy that pulls you near.
No thunder rolls, no need for fame—
Just warmth that answers to your name.

It climbs into the weary soul,
A laughter light, a sudden whole.
No medicine, no sacred art—
Just her, and grace that mends the heart.

You feel it bloom in strangers too,
Like flowers waking soaked in dew.
In rooms gone dull, it sparks a flame—
And leaves the air no longer the same.

Her smile—unchained, spontaneous grace—
Is sunlight caught on every face.
A gift, a spark, a fleeting truth...
That joy can echo into youth.
Click to expand...
Nicee ✨
 
aniket22 said:
Her smile begins like morning sun,
Soft golden threads, undone, begun—
A curve so slight, yet worlds align,
And shadows lose their right to time.

It spreads not loud, but bold and clear,
A quiet joy that pulls you near.
No thunder rolls, no need for fame—
Just warmth that answers to your name.

It climbs into the weary soul,
A laughter light, a sudden whole.
No medicine, no sacred art—
Just her, and grace that mends the heart.

You feel it bloom in strangers too,
Like flowers waking soaked in dew.
In rooms gone dull, it sparks a flame—
And leaves the air no longer the same.

Her smile—unchained, spontaneous grace—
Is sunlight caught on every face.
A gift, a spark, a fleeting truth...
That joy can echo into youth.
Click to expand...
great :heart1:
 
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