Happiness Poem by Lev Brekhman

Happiness



If the sparrows come here,
If they pick and pick at seeds,
Then the happiness is near.
Though not as a gift for deeds,
Happiness - an atmosphere,
Where the hawk just cannot live
Have you felt it somewhenwhere?
Just a minute, even brief.

Monday, October 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Happiness
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