There's been these storms blowing through the city I live in. The howling winds at night, the rain pelting my window, and the unfamiliar sound of no planes flying over, it all is, well, kind of strange and sad. I couldn't sleep last night due to the storm, so I wrote this poem. It is about how people can become stronger, just by smiling.
The Strong Lives of the Weak
Some say they're crazy
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
Some say they're broken-hearted
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
Yet the truth is is that they are strong
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
Though their hearts may be weak with sorrow,
They still walk about with joy
With their smiles,
Wide despite their misfortunes.
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