Happiness

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Like a golden ball of sunshine

Like a glass of red wine

Always warm and kind

Don't know where to find.


Existing in many shapes

Living in many forms

Like a treasure casket

Under an invisible blanket.


It could be like the clear blue sky

Where the white clouds fly

It could be like the grassy green earth

As a rainbow's gold pot worth.


A house a car money to some

A book a song a poem to others

A touch a hug a kiss to the rest

This  constitutes the happiness crest.


Each one Is searching

In a fate never ending

Like being a star in the night

To set a dazzling sight.

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