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Happiness, Illusion
SAL (1946 / Dunedin New Zealand)

Happiness, Illusion

Happiness, illusion,
born out of confusion,
and the search for a nest,
for that warm perfect breast.
But it doesn't exist
as we all thought it might
Only a fantasy
For dreams late in the night.
When we find out this fact
gone forever this torment
We can remain more intact
and live more in the moment.

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nice poem, great points..................