Happiness
In a big, weathered armchair
and a cocoon of faded quilts
beside a fireplace that glows
as it crackles and sparks.
With the weight of a book
propped against toasty knees
as steam rises like dawn,
releasing cardamom.
Where the evening breeze carries
the scent of lilac and the chant
of crooning crickets
through open windows,
and ideas bloom like roses,
floating like half-lit fireflies.
This is where happiness lives.
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