Smile

by NuovoVesuvio   Nov 3, 2008


A stranger is walking towards me.
She is quite pretty, and equally shy,
but we have our territories and
just like any other such acquaintence,
we glance at each other with an
adequate and courteous amount of hostility.

Then

she smiled.

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