imperfect happiness spilled out of a golden font Somewhere
rainbow tinted just like the song where the bluebirds flew
and in their flight dyed the pink clouds blue blue
was the music gurgling down the drains after the rains came
imperfect happiness gushing down from the Far Mountains
where the children went that day hearing the piper piping
perfect happiness. someday the world will shine more
perfectly and we'll be best they cried they cried for
imperfect happiness sticky as honey on the last currant bun
at home
someone tell me a story I was told that imperfect happiness
wasn't good enough but they were wrong
mary angela douglas 6 march 2014
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