Sunshine sailing

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Is happiness a permanent state?
Is happiness a fleeting feeling?
Cannot we stand and shine like a beautiful plant following its fate?
Why do I keep desperately staring at the ceiling?

The constant flow transports a ship sailing at sea,
faltering and altering emotions, lost in a breeze.
A passing cloud strikes the gleam from its countenance for eternity,
bright and golden in the dawn stand the autumn trees.

Is sadness creeping in every moment passing happiness?
Sun rays in my void, a baseline of deep boulders;
a shifting mass that reveals – for a moment – its depths,
only to shift again, leaving behind useless emptiness.

A place where – one time – joy has passed.
Under the sunshine, I wonder if it will be the last...
Singing lullabies, a delicate leaf fall on my mast
etched under this shade, as I write about how it all fades my past!

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