How A Healed Smiles

Spilling the emotions from heart,

The stars don't whisper tonight,

The loudness echoes in dark,

They shout on top of their voice...

The citylights don't blink for a minute,

No hidden faces in pitch black.

The shivering light exceeds her limits,

Happy with not so alone yellow tracks...

The trees became flawless dancers,

With the rhythm of twinkles.

As the winds became their enchanter,

Dew drops from the leaves like pixies sprinkled...

The faces came out of the shroud,

The murk left this pretty scene.

There were no tears left for being found,

On the faces, dried up by breeze...

The night became nascent and pure,

Smiling in her tenderness,

But she wanted to know,

If she deserved this happiness...

In pieces she has been broken,

So, She asked the moon,

"Which spell I am under

That's making me smile like a fool?"

The moon replied, with the peace

To the restless night,

That's how the scars heal,

And that's how the healed smiles...