Her laughter, brittle, could not hold,
After the tears she made me fold.
When I, through grief, a smile unrolled,
Her laughter broke, the story told.
To banish her, I tried in vain,
To cast her from my heart and brain.
But memory, a stinging rain,
Returned her image, brought the pain.
Her laughter broke, the story told.
For hungry mouths, a mother's plea,
A solace offered, wild and free.
She boiled the water, endlessly,
A hope, a dream, for what would be.
Her laughter broke, the story told.
A wandering mendicant did sing,
A simple truth his heart would bring:
That sun and shadow, fleeting things,
No lasting solace ever cling.
Her laughter broke, the story told.
When I, through grief, a smile unrolled,
Her laughter broke, the story told.
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