‘That Smile’

Oh my little shinning star,

We have been passing through the cruel gale;

Sometimes, fall in fool days,

Saw a few of totally blue skies and minds on the way;

Why so wild, the rhymes of smiles are?

But thy one’s away from those, in million miles of far;

What I believe it's just the soul of white color.

Kyaw Linn Htoon