They smile to left and beam to right
While straight ahead the joy rays light,
Debating reality on plate
I might stay here twisting a fate
To catch the happiness parfume
Which flowers add to day’s resume,
Forgetting worries from the streets
With fears patterns between their tweets.
… They smile to left and beam to right
‘Till grace is smoothing the insight.
© Simona Prilogan, 12 /07 /2020, Nottingham