I smelled the nook and crannies
And perceived pleasant odours.
The scintilating mood and style
Of the once indifference atmosphere.
The cruel breeze made league with me,
Joy and Happiness were betrothed.
Then i wondered what may be amiss?
If nature could lend me at least.
Yet my heart is embroided with merry:
I'll waitto see what's coming.
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I like how you perched your joy atop a very tall precipice. I hope it stays there with you for as long as possible. I enjoyed your poem.