Happiness's colour of legacy,
Healing my life, and endlessly
I feel it when I'm meeting the menacing,
It sounds like a note unembarrassing.
But many people think it is kerosene,
Burning a soul in a scary scene.
While losing my happiness,
Taking time, overcoming stress,
It does taste like the vicious words
And the sinnery selflessness.
I'm struggling without sort
Of such part of my consciousness.
Always dream of the happiness
In the life of the constant guess.
I will fix, reconstruct and restore my best,
Tell me how should I fill and repair chest.
Can't refuse to believe in the happiness
It will save, will remove, will expel the mess.
Happiness
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