If the flying birds over your roof don't make you feel elated,
If the green grass under your foot don't make you chivalric
And the closeness of your shoulders display nothing optimistic
then your heart has surely gone far a_straying
Happiness! to me,a fresh orange,a pure wine,
a flowing river of honey drank by the stupendous heart's sailors.
To some,rare products of elations and intentions.
Also,to some,infliction of terrible negations.
You have turned your heart to carcass of beauty
It has become an arid land if you always pondering
"If the song birds do not chase away your gloom"
Then your heart for joy has not become a chalice.
Beneath a river,breathe in that cooling breeze
It really dwells in you,just jump and grab it (happiness).
Adugba Agaka
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