A Millennium in a Smile

Every day he enters a war zone
Fighting the fight no one wants to go alone.
Gazing on many truths
From a thousand prisms and mirrors
A millennium in a smile,
Tiny heart beats when he walks into the room.
A small hand in his.
Butterflies are free, and so they fly away.
He lives his life that way.

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