Happiness is like a great, beautiful water bird,
spreading its wings and tipping its head
up to the heavens,
ready to sing.
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Happiness is like a tiny child,
seeing a butterfly for the first time.
Watches it flutter and fly with abandon.
Wonder fills his eyes
at the thought
that something so small, delicate, insignificant,
could call the world its own.
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Happiness is like the sun streaming down
and crawling through windows,
cracks,
open doors,
Lighting up the world.
.
Happiness is infectious.
When you feel it,
truly,
it transforms you, into a radiant white light.
Happiness
bursts forth from your shining body
to infect other people,
changing them to become amazing, light and free.
Transforming them into great, brilliant lights too,
until the whole Universe is filled
with stars.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
