Everything turns to serendipity
Our thoughts becomes jolly
We think everything is alright
The mourners become happy
The sad smiles
The hurt heals
We take charge of everything
Little did we know that it was all a flash
A flash of happiness
Which we grabs like it's a whole lifetime
Which is isn't supposed to be
We have to grieve, we have to be happy
We don't just be happy alone
Because everything is a flash
But we should move with the flash and stop with it.
©Zara Bree
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