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I. On the Nature of Smiles

A smile is a sneaky, invisible thing,

It creeps from the lips without flutter or wing,

But lo! when it lands on a stranger’s dull day,

It tickles the sorrow and shoos it away.

It travels through coffee shops, crosswalks, and queues,

It softens the sternest of daily-day news.

It has no real price, no receipt, no command,

And yet it could cradle the world in its hand.

II. The Grand and Glorious Hug

Now don’t underestimate (please, if you can)

The power of arms - be ye woman or man,

To wrap someone up like a parcel of peace,

To hush all the mayhem and grant them release.

A hug isn’t just for when sorrow attacks,

It’s also for moments when courage just lacks.

So squeeze with conviction, be warm, be profound,

A hug is a poem that needs not a sound.

III. Words of the Small-but-Mighty Kind

“Oh dear,” said the teacup, “I fear I may chip,”

Till a kind word arrived with a stiff upper lip.

“You're perfect,” it said. “You still hold the tea.”

And the teacup beamed back with revived dignity.

A phrase, just a whisper, can shatter the storm,

Can nudge someone’s heart back to hopeful and warm.

So toss kind words freely like petals or rain,

They land where they land, and they soften the pain.

IV. The Call to Now (and Never to Wait)

Oh yes, you may ponder, you may delay,

But kindness, my dear, was never that way.

It’s not for tomorrow or someday or soon,

It thrives in the morning, the dusk, and the noon.

So don’t be a waiter in life’s busy line,

Be wildly, ridiculously, wonderfully kind.

You never shall know what your ripple will do,

But I promise you this: it starts right with you.

You’ve wandered long through shadowed lands,

With trembling heart and open hands,

The clocks spun slow, the sky turned grey,

Yet still, you rose to meet the day.

A thousand questions marked your pace,

Who am I now? What is this place?

But hush - the wind, it softly knows,

The soul still grows, the spirit flows.

You wore your grief like autumn’s coat,

Then shed it when the spring took note.

The stars watched on with patient eyes,

As you began to reorganize.

Your path, your pace, your whispered dreams,

No longer bound to old regimes.

You dared to laugh, to love, to try,

Beneath a less familiar sky.

And though you walk with aching feet,

The journey’s song is bittersweet.

You are not lost - you’re being led,

By threads of gold the Fates have spread.

So question all! The love, the lore,

The quiet "why," the distant shore.

You’re not alone - just newly found,

Among kind hearts, profound and sound.

Step forward now with trust, with grace,

The future waits to know your face.

For all that’s past is not yet gone,

You’re just becoming who you’ve been all along.

I met Life on a weary road,

Where twilight murmured in hush-toned gold.

A crossroads stood, unmarked, untamed,

And Life appeared - unshackled, unnamed.

I asked, in tones both sharp and frayed,

"Why must you twist? Why must you fade?

Why must your path be rough, unkind,

A riddle wrapped in weary mind?"

Life chuckled soft, with eyes aglow,

A knowing smile - half joy, half woe.

"Dear traveller, why ask me so?

Have you not danced in rivers' flow?

When I am soft, you dream of fire.

When I am light, you reach for higher.

You seek the storm, the grand, the bold,

Yet mourn the warmth when night turns cold.

Would you love dawn if night were gone?

Would you chase stars if none had shone?

You sigh at weight and long for ease,

Yet scorn the calm as dull reprise.

Oh, curious souls - forever torn,

Cursing peace, yet craving thorns.

If I were simple, light as air,

Would you still look? Would you still care?"

And Life turned swift, a wisp, a song,

A breath of dusk, then moved along.

And as I stood upon that road,

I understood the weight it showed.

For what is joy, if never fought?

What is wisdom, freely bought?

Life smiled and left - no grand embrace,

Just a whispered truth, and time's own grace.