Happiness
In a quiet moment it is there now
easy as the gentle breeze,
soft like the falling rain
it fills the well
found accidently on a train
in the poetry of Roykan;
discovered on a journey
when the pursuit of pleasure
and happiness were muddled
and the difference unknown.
poem by Diana Rosser
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