My Secret Smile

 

Under the incessant and multicolored rain of awakening, I sometimes feel like deserting... forgetting that I must learn, understand, and accept you as a part of me... just like those doves with melodious wings that weave, mocking us, the lips of our hearts. What do the sands of days and the sea of time matter to those who bloom in their present and bathe their eyes in the beauty of the world. From now on, I know you are no longer the Salome of old, but my secret smile...