proud

The night sky exposed a few smiles of yours,
mirroring 'em, quietly, through my window.
Nobody looked at 'em. I sent 'em in a dream.

Dream is entitled, — once in a blue Monday.
Glancing at it, the moon revealed its proud.
It adored my tactic of screening your smiles.

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