The Art of Laughing

She taught me to laugh,
head tossed back 
hair cascading down my back. 

She taught me to laugh, 
the loud happy sound
reverberating off of every surface
in the room,
drawing the eyes and ears 
of everyone in the room.

And most importantly,
she taught me to laugh
in a way that
makes  me feel 
like I am flying. 

Arms outstretched, 
wind pulling gently 
at my clothes, 
my hair, 
my soul. 

She taught me
to live without 
a care 

and to find little 
moments of joy
that are always 
surrounding us, 
if we look for them.
S

SienaS

VT

18 years old

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