Random Poems.

The Parade.

Walking around the bicycle path, something big is going on. I look around. People are smiling and wearing bright, bright colours. Yellow dresses and luminous pink wigs, blue crocs and feathered coats. 'What is going on?' I ask myself.
'Ah, son, it's the parade of joy. The happiness will flow to all, and make everyone be more optimistic. The bright, complimentary, primary, we all gather on this day and it is not just to dream away. When you're in a bad place, just switch to your happy face and join the joyous parade,' a man says. His smile is visible from a mile away and his teeth are as white as pearls. 'Why, thank you sir, I finally understand, and now I can be a happy man.'

❤Daniel.❤