Felicity
The delicate trill of the humming bird is utter bliss to a dismal soul.
Fixated on the elated poise emanating from the creature, assumes his own identity.
Departing from the body extends to a paradise brimming with tranquility.
Until he comes back to his being, from the realm of serenity, to his oppressing essence where all returns to his normality-desolation.
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