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Joy

In the heart, there’s a joy, How do I convey this feeling? Have you ever seen dolphins leap, Or the regal flight of eagles soaring high in the sky? Joy is an experience, Etched on the walls of the heart, Sometimes it arrives as the beauty of a rose, At other times, a jasmine’s fragrance that entwines within, Or a sparkle in the eyes, emerging from the heart. What is life without joy? What is a fish’s existence without water? What is the sweet melody of waves without the ocean? As time flows, joy never sits still.

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Date: 7/28/2025 8:37:00 PM
"Joy is an experience, Etched on the walls of the heart, Sometimes it arrives as the beauty of a rose, At other times, a jasmine’s fragrance that entwines within." Can't dispute the statement. Joy is like the beauty of a rose or the fragrance of jasmine and more. It is an experience felt in the heart and runs through the blood.
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Date: 7/28/2025 8:35:00 PM
Well, you brought me joy with your poem on joy, Jay. Thanks for sharing the joy. A poet friend in Texas, Bill
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Date: 7/28/2025 5:11:00 PM
outstanding, Jay! I love the comparison of joy to 'fish without water.' So true. Your poem was indeed a joyful one! wishing you a pleasant evening, Sara
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Date: 7/28/2025 11:24:00 AM
Exquisite use of metaphor layers, enjoyed
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Date: 7/28/2025 11:23:00 AM
- I have seen dolphins leap ... and I see eagles soar almost every day ... and the experience is always a joy - A beautiful poem, Jay :) - hugs
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Date: 7/28/2025 11:12:00 AM
Wow! Enjoyed very well!
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Date: 7/28/2025 10:25:00 AM
Beautiful! I'm delighted with your joyful experience__Anaya
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