The Fluff Of Happiness Poem by Liza Sud

What is more fair than the rosy snot?
Perhaps only the rose-sway of the body
The superfine, and lie from ears pours
Out of it to the cleansed boundaries.

I know what's the riddle of attraction
But if you called so - let this mystery
Remain forever, modesty of eyelids
As well is dropping down stealthily.

It's not the lie that I compose a sonnet,
When I'm obliged to pray for everyone
I'm fluffy, and for centuries to snowfalls,
As to caressing, souls of people strive.

And that is why demure and cheerful,
The fluff of happiness is pleasing you.