With Humor Poem by Lionara S.t.m.o.l

What if my feather of wings can't longer see,
It'll be there your nose to tickle,
higher than you, to search,
an uninvited, endless joy.

A resistance to what we can not,
to all difficulties seriously shown,
from above with bliss we encounter,
how ridiculous the human misery!

Now you saw, lower the nose,
All the happiness is on earth,
move your hips like tambourines,
misery amid the humor has forgotten.

Without malice, mockery, sarcasm,
get in the twilight of jokes, in mess