Saturday, January 27, 2007
Happiness makes up in height, what it lacks in length.To me, it is like a butterfly.Beautiful.Free.Yours to see, feel and enjoy.Never to possess.If you try to own it, you kill it.
I wrote this poem very recently.(On 22nd january 2007.)
Seeking to forget
Time ticks on
Now it’s here
Now it’s gone!
What does happiness mean to you?