poetry

Make Happiness Frequent

With what will you fill your furnace?

Filled to the brim

With fancies and whim

Positivities we trim

Negativities we let swim

These feelings of ours

As many as the stars

From memories to scars

Burned in furnaces, stored in jars

Not furnaces but hearts

Not jars but body parts

Cutting through air like darts

Pessimism turns us into farts

Because what we feel

Is just the outer peel

In our world of reel

This time, let’s make a deal

Fill furnace hearts with Love’s scent

Jar body parts with strength

Let us walk the length

To make happiness frequent

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