'I can still smile,
even if the white roses
that grew in our corridor
bloomed for only one season.
I can still smile,
as I lay awake in bed
an afternoon without the sun.
whistling to the tune
of yesterday.
I can still smile,
even if the wordless poetry
from my heart
sat solemnly silent on the writing desk
unfinished to this day.'
- camomile
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