I don’t think smiles were meant to be permanent,
the same way daylight knows when it’s time to leave.
I’ve learned there’s a reason gravity lets us fall.
There is hope in laughter through tears,
the way the moon keeps the night sky company.
The chance to dance after healing.
In the lack of light, we learn to dance in the dark.
By the rising of the sun, we’ll have a story to share. 
 
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