Happiness
Every day I ask myself:
– What is real happiness?
A voice whispers from above:
– Have a good drink and make love!
The second day, but the same question:
– What in life is satisfaction?
A voice whispers from beneath:
– Simply look at a falling leaf.
On the third day – same turmoil:
– What’s imperative of all?
Whispers came from everywhere:
– Tell your loved-once that you care!
19.11.2022
Copyright © Vitalie Bunduchi | Year Posted 2022
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