Dear Happiness,
I see you sometimes,
At the bend of the wall, as the corner of your flower-patterned dress flies away;
Over the top of the multi-storied building, when the red polka dots of your balloons blink at me;
Through the mass of thick swirling clouds, as the rays of your sunshine seep through;
From in between the half-ajar door, when you cross your high-heeled feet and sip at your orange drink.
But the glimpses are always fleeting, like a train I’m forever missing by a minute,
Because sooner or later,
You move out of sight,
You fly into oblivion,
You become so faint you’re barely there,
Or you disappear behind a shut door,
Such that the wall becomes a room,
The building becomes a tower,
The clouds become a raging tsunami,
And the door becomes a gateway locked with heavy chains.
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