That laugh revives a warm memory.
Shoulders rolling hair swinging
That year a familiar territory
as near as last Saturday
I'll fill the carafe
You can keep troubles at bay
just bring that laugh
Magical healer, the laughter. So well penned. Indeed i laugh reading this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can not only hear but feel the laugh my Lemon dear 'tis now clear even if i have no ear lovely poems i read here
Poet Poet, your words mean so much. Thank you. MJ. And by the way Dolce et decorum...=It is sweet and proper to die for one's country.