I´ve searched
for it, I have hunted high & low,
My laugh has
gone & has lost its wending way,
I´ve peeped behind
clouds & in earth way below,
I´ve tried, but
failed to grab it every day in play.
My laugh flowed
with bitterness in the ducts of bile,
It ran away with
tears, down the cheeks of lost loves,
My laugh´s buried
down deep in death´s tombed pile,
Asking if they´ve
seen it, of passing men & flying doves.
Not in oceans,
forests, nor behind tight locked doors,
Neither in
the eye nor pretty smile, do I get you back,
But then one day,
in my hand, I felt that soft little paw,
The laugh tickled
my lips again & my face began to crack.
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