In A Happy World

in a happy world we do not just speak about laughter
neither do we speak about flowers blooming when we speak about beauty
or we simply talk about our persons when we speak about truths
happiness and sorrows, ugliness and beauty, truths and lies,
you must have seen them how they all danced last night holding hands
and swaying and stomping their feet on the dancing halls of life
they are sisters, they are lovers, they are even parents and children

you must have learned how they go together like a woman with two faces.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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