Your Smile

One fine fresh morning
Swinging air touching my face
Cool mist dancing in the air
Birds chirping around me
Sun trying to show his light
Trees making music with air
By seeing all this my lips are smiling
This experience is good
But something is lacking in me
That i came to realise that
I can smile my self
But you are far from me to your smile..

This poem is about: 
Me

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