On Happiness Poem by Helen Crutchett

On Happiness

Ahh, what sweet happiness
Little singing bird, are you
Hiding in shadows
So coveted and desired
We grasp at blue feathers
Alas, it's too late
You have slipped through,
The fingers of fate.

Sunday, July 28, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,happiness
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