Ten Percent of a Smile

Twofold.

Threefold.

Tell me…

how much do you want?

No, really.

How much can you carry

without dropping it

out of fear?

Because love…

love is always deposited

in my heart.

No closing hours.

No suspicious transactions.

No frozen accounts.

Take as much loan as you want.

I am not a bank.

I am a sky with pockets full of sunrise.

No guarantee needed.

No interest charged.

Just…

pay me ten percent

of what I give you

with a smile.

Not a borrowed smile.

Not a polite one.

The real one.

The kind that forgets

it is being watched.

That is enough

for a day

to be happy,

enough for a day

to feel proud,

enough for a day

to feel… lovely.

Because I know something.

I know

you have more

than a smile.

I have seen it.

In the way your silence speaks.

In the way your eyes refuse to give up.

You are carrying

a whole treasury of light.

And I am just asking

for ten percent.

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