In the market’s lively throng,
Where whispers mix and gazes long,
A figure stands, simple and true,
Radiating a light, a hopeful hue.
Her lips, a curve, a gentle smile,
Echoing joy in every style,
Her hands, they oDer more than fare,
A touch of kindness, love to share.
Like chocolate on a summer’s day,
Sweetness in her, come what may,
Promoting more than mere supply,
Spreading love as time goes by.
“I love people,” her words do ring,
A truth that makes my tired heart sing,
In a world where doubts hold sway,
Her love shines bright, come what may.
Who is she, this angel fair?
A stranger passing, yet so rare,
In moments brief, she turns the tide,
Filling skeptic hearts with love inside.
She’s a symbol, a beacon, a guiding star,
In her presence, doubts no longer mar,
For in her smile, a truth we see,
Simple joys can set us free.
In the market’s bustling hall,
Underneath her radiant thrall,
We learn anew, in every mile,
The power of a simple smile.
WILDsound Writing Festival 