Happy Life Poetry の小説・ストーリー

Sarah and Emil's deep and belated love received everyone's blessings, and I was the only fool from the beginning. Now that I was starting again, I wanted to live well and stay away from Emil.

Hate the joy of happiness Incline to perfection Receiving love is rare Give away the peace you achieve More to life Than mere words Happiness surrounds Beyond the weak Establish rare phenomenon Reach out to open stars Let there be storm If it enables you to win over Caring is a fresh start Make the most use of peak Come establish peace I have culture I have affinity To even dust Making most of stars Sleeping up high In the sky Far from the hour of dispute Is the joy that climbs Up high This is life This applies Mistaken by prosperity I reach new heights In the mind That occupies Peace Good will And charm Of world again Happiness - The instinct of the great Come establish thought Real is some

I can’t help but appreciate all the love I am getting from you all. Thank you so much, guys!!! Happiness is a beautiful thing Family is a wonderful gift And life can be so good, That all thoughts of evil Could evaporate. However, while this family Is celebrating Chaos and Catastrophe Lurk in the dark, Waiting. One thing does this teach us, We cannot be too sure Of what the next second could bring Life truly is unpredictable. -PenaciousShewa

*My happy ending. The thought doesn’t feel naive. It feels defiant. Earned. We may be hiding. We may have a mountain of darkness still to climb. But right here, right now, with the salt spray on my skin and the sun warming my bones, happiness isn't a destination; it’s the simple, profound act of breathing freely beside him.

Damian's meat soup was very appetizing, Sira shamelessly added more portions and made Damain even more happy because he had succeeded in making Sira recognize his meat soup. The poetry accompanied by the rhythm continued to chant, making everyone immediately carried away by the atmosphere. “Together we face time, Stormy waves, and the noise of the world, You are the harbor of my heart, Where my soul always feels at home. Every second beside you, Is a priceless gift, I want to frame each of your smiles, In an eternal memory, in an unraveling mind. Under the secretive night, We carve endless stories, With love as ink, And heart as sacred paper.

There is no substitute in life for happiness. . -the end - . c.m. louden

F A R A H Happiness is when someone loves you unconditionally, someone who takes care of you in any possible way, someone who will do whatever it takes to bring a smile to your face, someone who isn't bothered by your flaws and loves you for who you are. Words could not express how thankful I am for blessing me with a husband like Jawad. I know at first we had a lot of ups and downs but no human being leaves life without having a struggle. Be it marriage problems, family problems, Relationship problems or anything pertaining to life. Alhamdulillah for the gift of life.

Life involved sadness, happiness, sorrows,joy, laughter,tears and they all get to shape how and each and every one of them see life. For one can't really have a perfect life where it is all Rosy and nice. And although certain tribulations comes someone's way, it doesn't get to define what we should be or who we eventually turn out to be but rather it makes part of our journey in life and it all adds up to our story. ( Jake, Sandy,Stella, Zendaya,Caleb and Jane all quoted poems from certain poets in this present time that formed their concept and perception about life). After talking about the life, the party continued and they all drank, danced, ate and had lots of fun. The party was so nice

Ire silence surrounds, not a single sound could be heard, as all lay between the oasis of their dreams and deserts of their nightmares, each one living their fate, swirling to the tunes of lines in their hands, for the waves had already sailed to the shore and the winds had already floated and all that remained was the result that future beholds. As the rosy color of the dawning sky slowly moved away, the chirping and whistling of the birds can be heard, all lively and happy to the world it seemed, for all we know it isn't the tune of happiness, merely its the tune of misery, heartache and pain lost in this universe of disbelief and fake, we settle upon the beauty of fake happiness, yet litt

I grumble, sulking off to my next period. I hope they all die in a car crash. I'm just kidding! If they were to die, it better be by my bare hands.