Cheap

She had nothing left to give

Not of her body nor soul

Drained

She could give no more

But a smile

As faint as it might be

A smile

That’s all he needed to see

Never had they known

A medicine

Made of a smile so small

And a healing

So cheap

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths