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Sometimes, it is not sadness that floods us,
it is the weight of laughter that becomes pause,
the echo of joy that, exhausted,
sits for a moment in our own home.
The heartbeat of the soul resounds in calm,
when the sun bids farewell and embraces the night,
the bubbles of laughter, in their dance, are drowned,
and we find in silence the essence of the bud.
It is a sweet whisper that envelops dreams,
a shadow of lights that weaving peeps out,
the fatigue of so much that, like a little one,
settles softly, avoiding the joke.