In the Path of Your Happiness

I was sitting on a lonely beach,

Building castles in the wet sand.

A nonchalant wave sweeps it away

Making a mockery of my dreams

I crumble down in despair,

Until a pair of hands help me,

To build it stronger this time.

I look up and see your smiling visage

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