Poem happiness

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When a poem could unearth the fortune smiles, then my face would always dress in style.

If my ears to hear my computer screen, from one to another, that, too, would grin.

My type of keyboard for my eyes not my tongue This happiness poem will never be sung.

But as for my eyes? Do not they shine? Yes, but not by my poetry.

The pen is mightier than the sword, but a pen can write only words.

I feel the feelings and senses that I feel for the keyboardScreen and remain too real.

My ears and nose to stay at rest. My cheeks and hair are doing their best.

But if this happiness poem could bring a smile to my lips, my face would always dress in style.