In the warmth of the sun, where joy brightly swayed,
We laughed as our worries and troubles allayed.
Laughter like music, a melody so pure,
A balm for the heart, a moment to endure.
Echoes of mirth in the soft, golden light,
Dancing through memories, both day and night.
Each chuckle and giggle, a spark in the dark,
Igniting the spirit with a vibrant arc.
Laughter connects us in a world so wide,
A bridge of pure bliss where sorrows subside.
In the realm of laughter, we find our reprieve,
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Comments (2)
Lovely piece , enjoyed it
"A bridge of pure bliss where sorrows subside. In the realm of laughter, we find our reprieve," I liked those lines.