Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, July 13, 2007

Inside Laughs

I heard it through the hills, it was high above the trees, like the nighting gale swooping down in a hot summer breeze.Escape of passion, dreams set a fire, a little bitty giggle was released, giving meaning to the hour.
My fingers to my lips, no vibration did I feel, but like an earthquake the laughter shook me into a chill. Silence said another, music said the heart, joy said the the soul where a inside laugh first was sparked.

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