Stand before the mirror
and let a laugh escape—
even a small one.
Winter softens under such mischief,
as if the room brightens
simply because you dared
to play your way into warmth.
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I heard some great advice from an Indian sage - the moment you become deadly serious, your brain freezes!
Great advice, it is indeed! Thanks for sharing, Mutley. Most appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
We create our own joy, manufacturing our illusions of happiness and comfort. But far better to think ourselves rich in our poverty than poor in our wealth. A lovely write Cryptic and a fave
Being impoverished in our wealth is the saddest and poorest we could ever be. Thanks so much for your visit and kind words, Soren🕊️🙏🏻
You are most welcome my friend
Your poem explores themes of self-acceptance, the impact of laughter on one's mood, and the ability of joy to counteract negativity.
Laughter has been said to be the best medicine 💊 🕊️🙏🏻
Good write A. But you is warm there! You told me it was 38C the other night! heehee.
Summat like -38C here in UK just now. Not quite, but feels like that anyway!
Far too warm I am missing winter’s presents 🎁🕊️🙏🏻
Pass some of that +38 our way - we won't say no!
Maybe will start to do it today - and follow up tomorrow 🤗🤔😁😆
Perhaps 🤩🕊️🙏🏻
cheers and all the best to all...
This is quiet encouragement done right—small human gestures carrying real power. The image of winter softening feels earned, not forced, and the warmth arrives naturally through play rather than insistence.
Nice, Thomas! Love now you eloquently worded that🙏🏻 🕊️
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