HAPPINESS
There is nothing\\
of such brief measure\\
as happiness itself.
In the blink of an eye,\\
its beauty fades away,\\
like nothing on sight.
It appears unexpectedly,\\
surrounded by laughter,\\
only wishing to prevail.
Its longing to remain\\
means no harm\\
when it comes to an end.
Elise Beher©®
02/26/2026