A Laughing Breeze

A laughing breeze from a distant hope,

danced lightly upon my mind,

to fill my thoughts with butterflies,

of the most joyful, playful kind.

 

Like puppies rolling o'er and o'er,

or kittens intent on chasing twine,

my laughing breeze kept reminding me,

that the best of life is mine.

 

 

The End

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