HappinessA Poem by EcnelisBut this is A time Where time Makes all things mortalSometimes, Before the eerie touch of despair Or after the gentle grasps of doubt There comes a vase of living happinesses Each beautiful Thriving And colored in their own respects All carrying an underlying tranquility Surrounded in fizzing bubbles And sweet scents But this is A time Where time Makes all things mortal The happinesses, cradled in their crystal case Wither away and die. And then comes Despair and Doubt Closely followed by the Angers But this is not a story about Anger Or Doubt Or Despair It is the story Of the cycle Of growing happiness, Cultivated and cut- Displayed in vases- And loved as center pieces- Of lives and worlds, That will eventually die But grow once again. For Despair, Doubt, and their brothers, the Angers Will never stay forever While people still plant Seeds of hope Into the world’s weary soil © 2010 EcnelisAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorEcnelisOrlando, FLAboutEvery few steps I look at my feet to make sure they are going in a decent direction. My life is defined by my complete fascination with the world around me. When the Sun looks at the Earth, do y.. more..Writing
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