Mirth

Of giggles and unbecoming demeanor

and suppressed snorts on hot afternoons

Of quirky expressions, eyes screwed- like beetles

and robust rocking back and forth

Of gasping for breath with a stitch on the side

and chuckling away for life

Of glee that spreads across the face

A smile time must not erase.

Of joy, pure joy, uninhibited joy.

and the thoughtless thrill of ecstasy.

Of doubling up with unsuppressed mirth.

Of living an unsuppressed life.

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About meenavid

Pensive thinker. Jumping bean. Loud thoughts. Loudmouth. Extreme. Ordinary. Twenty and something but what the heck, still a kid. Make a happy mess everywhere- or not. Indecisive. You see? Sigh.

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