Spark Of Joy Poem by Nelson G. Remache

Her laugh was contagious…
It held the grip on insanity, but a laugh of joy
Holds no roots of insanity, it calms the nerves,
It makes you smile.
Why was she laughing? She shared no jokes…
Nor she said any, she just laugh,
Amid the multitude of strangers in the train-
Was she non existent?
Nothing but fragments of our imagination?
And why do other people seem to…not see her.
Is it her wonderful joyful laugh?
Is it envy of her unknown joy…
Or perhaps because they see her
Like a mind in neverland.