Fiefa Bruce

(18th may,1983 / Nigeria)

The Inward Beauty


Laughter the inward beauty
You come with Joy
So full & fresh
You come with happiness
The cure in sadness
You come with excitement
Mending the broken
Laughter the medicine
To our body & soul
The strength you give
The passion to carry on
When you come
Always within
Always on time
Ready to flow
Laughter, the inward beauty
so true, so faithful
Our inward beauty, laughter

Submitted: Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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  • Sameer Ahmed (6/10/2009 12:34:00 PM)

    A poem mitigating a very conspicuous message of
    staying happy all the time in every situation of life.
    Laughter therapy is an art and if one holds its grip,
    all the worries and pain goes in vain without affecting
    the health.....10. (Report) Reply

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