Joy is made
Of your bewildering smile
And your touch
That's as soft as silk.
Joy is made
Of your voice
When we softly speak.
I seek joy everywhere
And often I find you -
The winner of my despair
That came around for some time
And then left.
Joy consists of long nights by the sea,
A perfect gallery
And music halls,
Joy is the euphoria of victory
And a state of clarity
Of mind
When things are redefined.
Joy is vital
For us all.
Independence 24 hours. 19. Joy
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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