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I'm learning the anxiety of happiness It seemed deceitful long ago, but words of praise urge to birth A harbinger of butterfly flight Glory of spite, delight of blood Happiness of happy, go luckiest and the forever mute Of strong only in beauty and vulnerability Living in the sorrow of their souls I come across happiness Without looking for it Lost in the bottom of bitterness In the garden of faded flowers I'm listening to the whispering of voices About the blossomed solitude of abandoned eyes Solitude agitates my heart I will no longer, may be when I wake up