Happiness

 

Happiness for me is a fleeting thing.

It lands on me like a butterfly.

For a brief moment it is there, then it flutters off again just out of my reach.

Taunting me to catch it, but unable to.

When I do manage to grasp it, I fear that I may hold it to tight and crush it.

So it escapes my grasp once again.

 

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