happiness needs to be tended,
cared for, coerced and cajoled–
it needs bright sunshine and soft moonshine–
happiness will sometimes hide,
go undercover, silent and dark–
but it will bloom again,
under the right temperature,
under the right love–
it blooms again
spanishwoods 
Pretty flowers
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Thank you. There were bright yellow and purple as well, but the orange caught my eye.
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So true. Like a flower, happiness blooms again too!
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Right. 🙂
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But sometimes, it takes forever, and you still may not get the right kind of love you’d longed for…but, you keep on hoping for it just the same…
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Yes, very true. It’s the hope that sometimes keeps us going.
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just the right temperature – of bright sunshine and soft moonshine – love your words sylvia – look forward to them EVERY morning! you are so gifted with words and such a deep thinking passionate heart and soul! ❤
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Thank you Jodi, that is so very nice of you to say! 🙂
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Pretty flowers and such spot on words!
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Thank you!
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And it is amazing how far a little love will go…
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You are so right.
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My day is brighter already. Sally
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Wonderful. 🙂
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Great poem and photo, Sylvia! 🙂 The world needs more happiness and a lot less violence!
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That is most definitely true Tom. 🙂
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Wonderfully beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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Peace.
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Happiness is a choice. To paraphrase Abraham Lincoln, people are about as happy as they choose to be.
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May you be happy over and over again.
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Thank you and the same to you April.
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You are right. Lovely photo and words.
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Thank you Ruth.
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There is no way to happiness.
…happiness is the way.
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Love this.
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How brilliantly insightful and true.
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🙂
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