Happiness Like Water
It's morning on the seaway.
Snows had gathered in drops and hops.
Prepared to dance to mellifluous flute.
But the sky is dark.
Everywhere, the tone is clear.
Human faces are strewn with fear.
And the rivers are muddled with tears.
And no happiness here.
However, we owe ourselves golden coins.
Of love, forgiveness, and trust
We owe the white sky a white dove.
Of which there's no dialogue.
Blood Brothers, without our happiness like a river
Or our feathers like the beaver
We will sail deep into the abyss.
Abyss of no return.
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