Laughter...when there is nothing around
but only own voice...laughing;
Everything is precious;
Laughter is a precious thing.
To laugh into nothingness,
Who is there to listen to my laughter?
Who will receive my laugh?
Maybe this laughter is not as it was.
Is someone there?
Someone passing by
picking up all the laughters on the floor;
Knowing the value of laughter and the answers to my ‘why’.
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With Blessings,
Joker44