My happy days
Are any other day
The birds might sing
Or it could be quiet
Laughing with friends
Or resting with nobody
The sun shining bright
Or clouds shadowing the way
With wind
Or snow
A storm
Or a rainbow
Happy days
Don't have a look
They're just days
When you decide to enjoy
(Though to be fair,
I do prefer nights
Dawn and dusk
My mind my own
When time and space
Go up in puffs)
YOU ARE READING
Quartz at Moondance
PuisiScraps of writting that weren't to be published, but still did. 「 I wasn't planning on letting the world see this particular book because it is very raw and personal, but I'd rather choose how my story gets told 」 W A R N I N G S ~ Strong languag...
