Where were the smiles that I saw so clearly,

beaming across the lip's threshold like lights
on trees reflecting off the snow, dearly
and nearly in touch with the Source's heights?
It went low though, for the time being, while
being for the time, the mundane won out;
but all hope is not lost, 'cause I've got style,
miles and miles of style – Sun-in to Sun-out:
In lieu of you, I'll beam with my own soul,
protected from harm by its very peace;
no one can disturb my tranquil whole-
ness; you purchased this piece of warm, brown fleece :
And it keeps my insides golden and warm;
I send you sweet vibes, a most sincere swarm.
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