MOONTRAP: A collection of English Poems

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Joy

Happiness is scarce,
rare, often abandoned,
rarely felt,
terribly misunderstood,
impossible to chase,
soft to touch,
easy to miss,
as it's in the moments,
the silly ones,
the terrible ones,
the ones we spend looking at 
wrong doors, wrong gates
wrong roads, long routes,
and when it comes,
it comes like the rain,
pouring all at once,
like nostalgia
like memories
like tears,
it comes,
touches us,
and departs
like an old friend,
or a smoke screen
so strange and
yet so 
beautiful. 

Written By 

Mister August

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A/N

Hey, Wattpad Citizen, how are you? This is a Surprise Chapter, which I just thought of publishing because it's been a while I haven't published anything here. To be honest, I miss Wattpad. 

I really do. 

Because whenever I look back at it, I see all the great appreciation and support I have received from my friends and fans (still a weird term for me) and I am so thankful to each and every person who has read, liked, commented, shared, hated, disliked, ignored, appreciated my works.  

So, feel free to write your suggestion/s in the comment section. 

Don't forget to express your views about joy and happiness.

Thanks for your love and support!

~Bon voyage~