Happiness is
a cool breeze blowing
in an open window,
a burning stick of nag champa,
the strumming sitar playing backdrop,
an unrolled sticky-mat
& me flopped over
in downward
facing-dog.
That's what happiness is,
pure and simple.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:44 AM UTC
Happiness is
a cool breeze blowing
in an open window,
a burning stick of nag champa,
the strumming sitar playing backdrop,
an unrolled sticky-mat
& me flopped over
in downward
facing-dog.
That's what happiness is,
pure and simple.
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