Perhaps this will plant a seed ...
GIFT OF LAUGHTER (Fitz)
A chuckle cracks the shadow mirror.
Quips and mimic jibes polish the glass.
A giggle must attract the Goddess’ attention.
Simple glee refracts rainbows from a cluttered mind.
Ah yes, I see clearly now …
It is your laughter, not mine, that carries my soul along,
and guards me from the swirling voices of past deception.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
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