Sally Plumb Plumb

(23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Happiness Is Sacred


Happiness is sacred.
The assasin of sadness
and the beneficiary of love.
Mysterious, and the all being
relief of doubt.
When mind evolves gently
sunshine enters the soul
giving release to contentment
and then embracing with gratitude.

Sally Plumb

Submitted: Saturday, April 25, 2009

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  • Sandra Fowler (9/9/2009 10:11:00 PM)

    Beautiful title. May morning always warm
    the windows of your soul. You
    are a fine wordsmith.

    Kind wishes,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Wojja Fink (4/25/2009 3:39:00 AM)

    Happiness is sacred.
    a gift to all man kind
    and yet it seems so strange
    it seems so hard to find
    people say I'm blue
    and have a right to be
    but I've not seen it written....so happy I shall be......great way to start the day...John (Report) Reply

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