The happiness

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    The happiness

    Happiness lies in an old mother’s heart
    She…is longing for the return of the precious old son, who lives in a place, far far away...
    Somewhere out there, he is fighting… every single minute
    …To be a man… a father… a husband …
    Happiness is seasoned in every delicious dish the mother prepares…
    Her hands… roughened…sweat sticks on forehead
    But happiness is on her smile… and care is in her heart …
    Cooking is love…
    Mother’s love!

    Happiness is the reunion of the family,
    In each other’s arm, tightly hugging …
    …indescribable feelings…
    Only …speechless love …

    Happiness is the clumsy dance of a 2 year old daughter
    … No music …no rhythm…only joyfulness…
    Laughter cracks the weariness on the parents’ faces …
    Smile is on her lips… innocent…
    …simply…so beautiful…

    Hand in hand, walking on the snowing street …
    Happiness lies in a couple’s heart
    Warming up the cold winter …
    ……………………………….

    Falling into deep sleep……
    Drowning into hallucination of being in family …
    Having a reunion meal,
    Sharing each other’s thoughts,
    Exchanging each other’s stories,
    Learning… the primary lesson …of love …
    Outside, winter is coming….

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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