The smiling orchid

She was always smiling. Poets wrote poems for her. Sentimental people smile together with her. She was happy because she felt happy. Birds sung around her: "how awful, how awful." Yet she was still smiling. She didn't know where she was from, she didn't know what she will do. 

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A note from the writer

My followers followed me from Hong Kong to Singapore.  With cameras.