12.28.2010

Random pieces of Poetry, VI : Happiness, A true Mystery



Life, it ain't sunshine
Always raining, it seems to be
Sometimes I find hard to believe
There's happy people around me

There's no science in feeling miserable and lonely
Every once in a while, we all fade slowly
The real mystery, to me, lies in
How to be happy, in the world we live.

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