In the small village
Where I grew up,
It was considered inappropriate
For girls to laugh in public
And if she does,
She would not get a husband.
My dear friend,
I wish I could tell you what
You are missing –
The most delicious thing
There is and there can ever be
Is the depth of music in your laughter –
The warmth it holds,
The radiance it contains
Has the capacity to change
The color of the sky.
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