Death's laughter echoes through the night,
A sound so chilling, a terrible sight,
It speaks of endings, of life's final breath,
Of a journey that ends in eternal rest.
But amidst the darkness and the dread,
There's a flicker of light that's not yet dead,
A laughter that bubbles up from within,
A defiant spirit that refuses to give in.
It's the laughter of memories, of love that endures,
Of moments of joy that still shine and allure,
It's the laughter of courage, of a life well-lived,
Of a spirit that refused to be conquered or outlived.
Death's laughter may be loud and clear,
But it cannot silence the laughter we hold dear,
For it lives on in the hearts of those who remain,
A testament to a life that was not in vain.
So let us laugh in the face of death's dark shadow,
Let us cherish the memories that continue to glow,
For though we may grieve and shed a tear,
Our laughter will conquer death's greatest fear.
Thank you, dear readers, for listening to these words, For sharing in the laughter, and for embracing the world, May these verses bring comfort to your soul, And ease the pain that death may hold.
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Comments (2)
Makes me think of “the night is dark and full of terrors” and I see the flip side of how we can internalize with our mortality and let it sink in to our everyday lives. We let it be a part of us. Laughter and joy can always take that short cut of destiny’s hand away. Great work!!
laughing is important to lifelong life. we should keep smiling when suffers comes. I really appreciate you to took this content.