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The Shadow Behind the Smile --------------------------- Their lies, somedays, Just out of sight, The fringes of a shade Behind this smirk of mine. Why the flush of darkness? One may ask a time. But no one knows the secrets That lay behind this smile of mine. Is it that I'm angry? Or simply a tad perturbed? No, for that would be to simple In fact, it's much deeper than that. Perhaps it's that I care to much And am woefully disappointed With what I see. Or perhaps I'm keeping a comment That should not be said For fear of causing pain. These are more the things, That my smile can conceal. But can it be called a smile? Maybe it's a cringe of

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On a day of sorrow The wind blows softly Jostling tears from saddened eyes On a day of rest The wind blows softly Bringing with it a quiet lullaby Whispering dreams to the weary On a day of storm The wind blows fiercely Making sight difficult And hearing less keen But when the storm passes The wind blows softly Carrying with it freshness and new life On a day of quiet The wind blows softly A light touch to the face To awaken the sleeper And welcome him to a new day When what was is passed The wind blows softly Bringing with it what is ahead

Far, far away There lies a kingdom Where no king rules But a Queen with a heart of gold Her hearth is warm, her smile bright But many exist to steal her light Welcome to the Queens court Stay and talk a while Take her for a dance And walk in the shade with her Maybe then she'll find a suitor She holds a key to untold riches Where no man may delve to find them But a court she holds where many find happiness It's a court richly laid The song birds exist to sing of it Flowers bloom because of it's beauty And that of the Queen who resides there Welcome to the Queens court Where suitors come and suitors go But not one has grasped the gold One h