The Joy Is
While the city was very boring,
there was a happy child.
In the begin,
he start smiling like a sunrise.
Calmly..
contemplates all people,
All faces..
All places.
Everyone feels sadness
All feel isolated.
In the morning,
when he touched a lonely rose,laughed
and grows happy.
Then, he sang a different song.
Grass, people, places,
All of them danced.
In short..
The joy is a planet of children.
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