I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago.
Have a happy Sundaymuch love...
yes- sometimes the pursuit of happiness ends this way- nicely done!
Oh this poem makes such a profound statement. We are much like moths:)
one of the dangers of the quest for happiness is that what we want might just kill us, for sure....
So sad...sometimes our flight takes us to the wrong place...lovely piece
That's a beautifully concise and elegant piece of writing.
Ninot Ma'am,Dying in pursuit of happiness is a real sacrifice. Nicely! Hank
The unbearable lightness of being.....Gaday Nino
Such vivid images linger in my mind, lovely writing.
May we not meet with such a fate.
But what a way to die!
Excellent writing!crystal ball
Better than to die without seeking happiness at all...
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