A flight of fancy
It doesn't take words
A look ,a smile, a place
Minds and thoughts linked in absurdity
It starts in the eyes
It moves to her cheeks
Posture lightens, walking on air
A touch, a glance, half a word
Then the joy is spread
Both immersed in laughter
Both immersed in love
There is no reason
There is joy
Hands are held
Looks exchanged
We all are joyous fools who love.
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Author:
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