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The insanity within the giggle
I heard plain, crash out from deep inside rattled the vast arena of life most profound Then rang its ample chorus my way. Little chirps fine well dressed thoughts caress the exchange Yet! Here I see beyond them like a haunting melody that grips by name the course, action, final statement That breezes so fine between us and cracks a smile. Is the world such a sad place that everyone fears the happy sound of joy, that pleasure must be masked behind fine closets of intercourse Or should the reins be set free that a heart may glimmer a more true, deeper feel and the moment wherein we share our togetherness can grasp the roots of life, To smile, To laugh To fill this old world for a day in song. Is it wrong to want the happiness that fills our beings so much longs to hear the same echo within The frame, the balance, of what in truth is dear. I look across at you. You head bent back, the smile gathered the laughter that wipes all woes away and summons the intoxicating pleasure One that of its own, cries upon the night For fear it will disappear. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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