It`s still unknown, still, it is magic
For science has no theory to decipher
How rushing in rushes withers away pain
How my theory of life as a grieving journey
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Lovely poem and bit philosophical too. I felt in this line - 'As I inhale that sent of happiness' you meant scent actually!
here happiness is the magician, the women, who addresses my dreariness, and it is said we all have a scent of our own.. so here it is her scent