Bliss
Bliss,
Bliss is the first sip of coffee at dawn,
a spontaneous trip to a place like Milan,
Days spent relaxing on the beach,
a plump, juicy, orange Georgia peach,
Rainy days and cuddling on the sofa,
a summer day and a cool sip of soda,
an evening going out to eat,
spending the night in a hotel suite,
Giving someone a giant hug,
Sprawling out on a big fuzzy rug,
A warm, calming bath full of bubbles,
Eating an entire box of truffles,
A giant plate of warm comfort food,
All of these things can diminish my bad mood.
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