What is joy.

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The illuminating bright flowers

The smell that you can take for hours

Cheeks that rise up filled with weep-cream

A smile of charity to a sorrow stranger

The water rippling from a pebble

Enjoying the rain, in a cloudy day

Many searching one leaf to another

Where is happy, well the treasure

Feeling one can find in their hearts

it is within, when true to share

It is all love, and it is fair

Spark that comes out from you

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