Happiness is like a rose
Whose petals strike a pose
A softness to the touch
For feelings you must clutch
To stop and to smell
That flower for a spell
May make you coy
But you will enjoy
Streaks and strokes of natures pallet
Will lift you from that heavy mallet
Reds, blues and oranges too
Can make you feel anew
So to find your style
You must stop awhile
Take the time or you will rue
It is something you must do
One day you will see
That it must be
To feel like a king
You must enjoy the little things
About the Creator
Anna Spano Guarino
Even as a little girl I loved to read and write stories. Most times it was an escape and a way to live a new adventure. Other times it was to express my creativity and imagination. Welcome to my world.
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