The stare
like an echo of a pungent smell
can be frightening,
the eyes sharp like swords.
One can bleed badly
soaking the garden,
Will flowers grow afterwards?
A basket of untranslated observations
can be burden if not understood.
Don’t let the stare an impediment,
The answer is not to vanish.
The answer is simplicity of a smile
clear as crystal on a happy face.
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