Live
Live.
Happiness comes around spring time.
They come crying
The tsunami howls
Birds chirping, cricket chirping
Melodies and music notes chimes
Here come the jets
Engines blaring with joy
The blind old man freezes
There was a sound in the closet
The heart beats louder, he was saved
His mother cried happy tears.
The was bomb was a new weapon.
They coughed and coughed, the air was too much
More cheery was harvested this year.
She'd graduated from college.
The kid shivered from the cold and hunger.
A dog licked his wound.
Somewhere in the world
People live in happiness, unaware
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