Happiness(Meena) In the quiet spaces of the heart,
Where joy and contentment start,
Happiness blooms like a gentle flower,
A balm for every weary hour.

It whispers in the morning breeze,
And dances in the sunset seas,
In laughter's light and warm embrace,
It paints a smile on every face.

Not in gold or grand display,
But in simple moments day by day,
Happiness weaves its subtle art,
A soothing song within the heart.

So seek it not in distant lands,
For it resides in open hands,
In love, in kindness, and in grace,
Happiness finds its dwelling place.

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