By it dosent matter
Date: 27 September 2000
happiness
mouthful of pop rocks
cracklyn away
box full of wriggling puppies
spillin on a laughing child
first of fire works
crescendo finnish
smell of fresh baked bread
awakening you to morn
gentle soft sweet touch
of the first special kiss
a cool fresh evening rain
falling on a too hot afternoon
the bright corona of the sun
during a solar eclipse
the first sight of someone
u deeply truly missed
speaking the words "i do"
to the one who will share your life
are these true happiness?
no jus the spice to life
true happiness is
the gentle soft glow
that remains
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