maryam kazmi

(England)

Happiness is the color of the world


i feel like a bird flying high
amongst the clouds in the sky
im finally free
as free as the sea

all around me is freedom
and the wind is rushing through my hair
happiness is the color of the world
then i know this feeling is rare

hatred is not the answer
for love is
you wll find out
life is not a quiz

life is a hard journey
but only if you believe it to be
there is so much more to come
you just need to know where to look

who wishes for a bad life
who wants to be sad
is it not a sin
to think if something bad?

the best days of my life
were one of the greatest ever
no-one knows the future
so never say never...

Submitted: Wednesday, February 16, 2011

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