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on happiness: a poem

I used to think of you as laughter,

a friend I seldom saw,

and with age, I learned

of the darkness that you could thaw.

O' even returning despair itself

from Heaven's almighty brink.

I know you're the grass between toes

and moonlight dancing by the sink.

Or a friend who shows true concern

when witnessing my latest fall;

Akin to a faithful lover

who helps us overcome all.

So stay with me, happiness!

And I will stay with you, too.

Inundate me with your senses,

O' saturate my lacking point of view.

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