Poem -

The inner smile - a story of courage of a burn "victim"

The inner smile -  a story of courage of a burn "victim"

Each day the ox ploughs the field 
The chickens peck and the dogs walk up the street sniffing 
Nothing ever changes 
Here even the volcano stands still

Then one day 
The ox dies 
The chicken is slaughtered 
The dog gets sick 
The volcano is burning red 
The landscape charred 
Everything changes 

One year later....

the ox ploughs the field 
The chickens peck and the dogs walk up the street sniffing 

And 

The same old mirror reflects 
An inner smile 

http://mobile.abc.net.au/news/2015-04-16/my-life-is-incredible-burns-survivor-turia-pitt-says/6397464?WT.ac=infocus_sydney
 

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Tony Taylor

Holy Crap Jai!!.........this is amazing my friend.........and what a great subject to shine light on with your poetry..........I LOVE the final two lines...........that picture speaks volumes..........and your poem rings true.............smokin' grooves brother............awesome write...........        7*s     FAV    .........very creative...............love and rockets...........T xo

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Jai Masters

This lady is amazing Tony; a beacon for humanity, 

My poem is dwarfed by her story; as are many things 

Thank you for recognising this woman, by reading my poem 

Best wishes Jai :)

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Jai Masters

Tragedy with amazing outcome. 

It is very positive. Thank uuuuu Barry

Kind regards JAi:)

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