06 Aug
Happiness

Happiness is fingers like horses, 

Running through my hair.

 Happiness is eyes as the night,

 Falling onto mine. 

Happiness is a swing from an Oak in a dream, 

The smell of earth. 

Happiness is a face to a ghost ,

In the darkness of my memory.

 Happiness is blind, incoherent, and dusted.

 Happiness is a child.

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