A queer quartet of laughing lips
Enough to rend an amateur tearful
Not forced, or pushed
Teetering tongues click
Warm ripples of knowing smiles
Grins begin to wobble
Visible, a few veiled flinches
An ominous shake at the bottom lip
Pompous pouts tremble
And suddenly
A hilarious current of laughter
Shocks everyone in the room
Deafening dozens of laughing lips
Sighs of mere exhaustion
Gasps of seriousness
Exhales of imposed concentration
Followed by yet another outburst
Zipping across the room in a joyful hurry
A fast current of sheer delight
But that was enough
To brighten up twenty faces
1 comment:
I REALLY like your writing I think it is to the point but not too short. :)
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