Happiness

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Impish spirit,

It torments us

Roaring gentleness

That changes

With the weather

Of our moods.

 

Sharpened by words

Lifted by the unexpected

Softened by love;

We are mere feathers

At the mercy

Of mankind’s whim.

 

Happiness arrives,

Not pre-ordained

But, like love unasked,

A sudden surprise.

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