Happy People Poem by Wendy Moravec

Happy People



The pulse in my throat
Covers me in a blanket of calm
It reassures me
That I am real
Of that I sometime wonder
There are times I feel empty
Like people walk right through me
Whistling with the happiness of life
For moments when they walk through me
I feel their happiness and then it’s gone
So elusive. So freeing.

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