A family…
A smile…
A sweet voice…
Red rose of affection,
Sunshine on a cool day,
Food of mommy’s hand,
Or the success’s bay.
Joy bubbled up
From the deep inside.
Now, where does it come from?
We wonder why, cause…
When it goes, we want to cry..
Joy, my very soul.
A heart, full of life
Pure and plain
Charm of drive…
Joy, my friend, my life…..
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