Light, my light, the world-filling light,
the eye-kissing light,
heart-sweetening light!
Ah, the light dances, my darling, at the center of my life;
the light strikes, my darling, the chords of my love;
the sky opens, the wind runs wild, laughter passes over the earth.
The butterflies spread their sails on the sea of light.
Lilies and jasmines surge up on the crest of the waves of light.
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Lest he miss other children, lo!
His angel is his playfellow.
A riotous angel two years old,
With wings of rose and curls of gold.
There on the nursery floor together
They play when it is rainy weather,
Building brick castles with much pain,
Only to knock them down again.
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Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.
Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.
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HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going?
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing?
Would you leave the mother who on golden grain has fed you?
Would you grieve the lover who is riding forth to wed you?
Mother mine, to the wild forest I am going,
Where upon the champa boughs the champa buds are blowing;
To the köil-haunted river-isles where lotus lilies glisten,
The voices of the fairy folk are calling me: O listen!
Honey, child, honey, child, the world is full of pleasure,
Of bridal-songs and cradle-songs and sandal-scented leisure.
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When I taught you
at eight to ride
a bicycle, loping along
beside you
as you wobbled away
on two round wheels,
my own mouth rounding
in surprise when you pulled
ahead down the curved
path of the park,
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All together, let us do the chicken splash,
Seeing how pink-orange sun never lasts.
Don't fight it, red stars are coming soon;
Like the ducks, let dive in stormy lagoon!
Through maroon monsoon, we all dance,
splashing and laughing, in silver romance.
Steel blue skies, cluck cluck. Run amuck!
If still seeking that rainbow, best of luck.
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In a meadow of wildflowers she dances,
Graceful and free, her spirit entrances.
Mary, a girl with eyes like the sky,
Her laughter was like a gentle lullaby.
She twirls and spins in the golden sunlight,
A vision of beauty, a pure delight.
Her heart is kind, her soul is pure,
In her presence, all troubles disappear.
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Laughing, skipping, jumping, jesting,
Frolicking, rolling, no time for resting
Prodding, poking, running, racing
Pulling faces, grabbing, chasing.
Dancing, prancing, giggling, teasing
Sprinting, trotting breathless, wheezing
Sitting, resting, laying sleeping
Until tomorrow’s alarm is bleeping.
In her smile, my heart takes flight, making me a beautiful little fool.
Since she stepped into my life, everything's rewritten, everything's cool.
Her presence, a gift that transforms mundane into a sweet surprise,
Turning ordinary days into moments that money can't buy.
With every curve of her lips, my world's painted in hues so bright,
I find myself dancing through days and dreaming through the night.
Her laughter, a melody that plays in the background of my days,
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Laughter-
how many types
can you spot
and explain
how and why
each is different?