Happiness - Short Poem

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I see the weary people around me, 

Swaying to tunes of sorrow and agony; 

Fretting, living in clasps of misery, 

Seldom being in a state of sanguinity;  

Well, let’s create our own symphony, 

And dance to that mystic melody; 

Shine like the silver moon with glee, 

Filling hearts with warmth and ecstacy; 

Leading a life - joyous and carefree, 

Remembering happiness is the key! 

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