A little untitled poem for my first post.

Happiness does not well easily. Yet it always finds its way. It comes in as the saddest of songs. Arcing high above the rest. Peering over the ramparts of my heart.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9a3bgj/victims_of_coincidence/?utm_source=reddit-android

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9a2hzs/a_project_never_complete/?utm_source=reddit-android