Felice
Felice, of course, is very, very happy.
Each night is but a harbinger of day.
Life's pain must disappear, upon reflection,
In the transcendental glory of perception,
Casting doubt on all that stoics say.
Evenings, though, she can get very snappy.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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