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Mar 23
poem
IsabelleRose

Laughter

I sit under a tree
as the little snowflakes start to fall.
The first ones in weeks,
and I had really been enjoying spring.
My pants are wet and cold,
my shoes and socks are waterlogged
from slipping into the icy river.
But I smile,
and I start to laugh,
despite everything.
Just when things are going as bad
as they can possibly go,
you look at it again
and realize how ridiculous it all is.
The world is immeasurably funny,
and laughter spews forth,
rushing and tumbling on top of itself,
flowing quickly and plentifully,
from your once closed
and sorrowful mouth.
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Posted: 03.23.20
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  1. The Activist
    Mar 23, 2020

    I really like this, it is beautiful

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  1. IsabelleRose
    Mar 23, 2020

    Thank you so much!

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