Chapter 11 laugh
It was her eyes, her lips that laughed,
And round swirls around the lips.
Gorgeous as dewdrops,
blossoming smile
Hide in the flash of white teeth.
That's the laugh—the laugh of God, the smile of beauty;
The reflection of the water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing is her loose curly hair,
Scattered next to her ears.
Soft as the shadow of a flower,
tickle sweet
into your heart.
That's laughter—the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting:
The traces of the clouds, the soft waves of the waves.