Happiness, Is It?

My bracket collection of bangles, 

Makes me wanna think less of diamond. 

A satire of ending nonsense 

Created my form of happiness below sunset. 

The thirst for water that confound hunger, 

Gives a sweet melody music that has no sound 

To you, I'm broken and just seeking a shoulder 

But I need no food neither am I dying any time soon. 

This poem can prove to have no meaning 

Deep insight's only for those who can seek it. 

I have spoken, I'll enter my dream smiling 

since I'm making no sense to only those who can't read it.

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