Happiness :An Exercise In Poetry

Happiness.

Smells like sunshine, green grass, a gentle breeze.

Tastes like honey on toast.

Sounds like the chirping of birds on a Spring day.

Feels like a surge inside you, you can't contain.

Feels like a song you have to sing.

Feels like the clown inside you, just waiting to get out.

Happiness.

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