He laughed a bright, beautiful laugh
it started deep in his chest and spread
like a wildfire in a dry land
his soul so thirsty from years of
Emptiness
Each minute of laughter filled
the cracked, dry land of his soul
joy oozing through and filling
the holes in his beautifully broken
soul
His laugh now fills up my being
with joy, love, beauty
*Note: I am not following the topics/style suggestions for NaPoWriMo (mainly because I am too lazy to do so)
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