Laughter resides,
In the soul as a dance,
In the first rains of spring,
Or a second of chance.
It is plastered in skies,
Where the sun ever shines,
With the touching of lips,
Or a vows lovers find.
For sweet laughter resides,
In a mystical place,
With an ever rare essence,
No pain can erase.
And it breathes as a blessing,
It beats as the heart,
Its established as ether,
And endless as art.
End
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