Happiness .
I know happiness , bright as day.
I know tenderness, alien bias.
How good to breathe the happiness ,
And in the life of a person to lean like a lilac !
Sings love - the July storm -
But it is alien and hate and pity ...
And after caresses - happy fatigue,
Cote d' sleep, wax dim eyes ...
In the name of happiness, bright as day ,
No need to cry , struggle, and sensuality ...
How good to breathe the happiness ,
And in the life of a person to lean - as in lilac !
Jacob Godin .
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