Happiness Poem by Ryan Cole

Happiness



Like water
Dribbling through the cracks and holes
leaving a puddle on my heart
Like dry ice dropped in a glass of water
filling my eyes with fog
Happiness
like all things transitory
comes and goes on a whim
but is always welcome
for an interlude
a matinee
on a quiet Saturday afternoon

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Ryan Cole

Ryan Cole

Santa Monica, California
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