When We Found Happiness

by Mortal Utopia   Jun 3, 2017


Like over-aged children,
we opened pot after pot of paint,
dabbed our hands in,
and marked our Happiness
(handprint by handprint)
on the wall.

We smiled and agreed that all the pains of life
were worth it
for this little moment of bliss -

this eternity, filled with colour
(perhaps).

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  • 4 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    Loved the picture you painted here. Beautiful in its own simple way. The second line though kinda distracts the flow for me, 'we opened pot after pot of paint'. Maybe 'we opened paint pot after pot' will do, but of course this will be more direct, and I know you have a reason for the word order.

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