Have you ever noticed
how laughter metamorphoses
in its flight over a face?
Springing from adolescence
it is boisterous, uninhibited,
expressing joy unbound.
Then, on cheeks, thinly lined,
it is measured, self-conscious,
lacks spontaneous outburst.
And, hedged in by deep furrows,
it tries to sound hilarious,
meeting an end sudden, abrupt.
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