Sometimes we’re all in the dark about things.

A wry and dark twist on the personal meanings of happiness.









Unspoiled calm, tranquil peace;
Curling up on her soft knees,
Nestling into her lap and arms.
Contented blankness overcomes.
An easy, pure feeling, to adore.
Never dream of anything more.
Over the hours releasing all care
Silently, gently
Dying there.

© Ian Kennedy. Not to be reproduced without permission – email and I’ll be happy to oblige!

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