They tell me that I am happy. Reflection poem.

in OCD4 years ago


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They tell me that I am happy.

They tell me that I am happy
because I smile at people,
at the sky, animals and trees,

I love the song of the birds,
the murmur of the still river
and the buzzing of bees.

Being happy is my perspective in the morning
and with optimism my life I spray

I like to make a lot of friends
and beautiful words is how much I say.

Fidelity for me, sincerely,
is the most durable lightning ray.

Joy is that infallible model
to be seen in a good way.

And if God always accompanies me,
I will continue to be happy every day.

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May you have the happiness you seek