Our happiness is not in words
spoken to many listening ears,
minds waiting in sympathy;
our happiness is in words
written without certainty
of reading eyes and minds.
Our happiness is in these words
cast adrift in time and space,
these messengers, our adults'
evolution of the tiny bark boats
we cast to sail on the gloomy waters
of silently-running brooks.
14.06.2021
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