Rise

September 24, 2014

Risen, from the dark.

Gloomy days past.

Future is here.

I smile at last.

First sun that comes up,

down goes the crap.

Damn, just smile!

Happy that you are here!

I am just greatful to be around,

Happiness is not materialistic, but life itself.

I rise to life of happiness.

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