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Nov 2016
Take a look at this place
once bright they called it Happiness. It  use to spread its wings far to the east of the ocean where the waters kiss in sweet tenderness.
But now it calls the shots.
Like a commander in chief.

Empty land, empty space.
Bullets spread to a cold Body.
This body.
Freezing like a desert wind in November. Shivers running through like a train on a mission. I call out to Happiness but it sits at the corner smiling back at me. Happiness defines to me time and gives me loneliness for comfort.

When we speak Our words deep with laughter.
But like two continents apart Happiness is a dream on a mission. It will come around it says.
This war will end in peace, but until then happiness keeps winning.


Donald
Donald
Written by
Donald  Dubai
(Dubai)   
272
   Fawn and Jamadhi Verse
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