One’s happy place
Is oft found
When one is troubled,
Or sad or happy.
Sometimes, ’tis a song
That brings back nostalgia,
While embracing a lover
Sometimes, ’tis a scent
Picked up off someone’s shirt
That brings back memories
Sometimes, ’tis a journal
Of days gone by
Penned down ages ago
Other times, ’tis a photograph
Of a friend, colleague or family
That takes us back in time.
Sometimes ’tis a lover’s kiss,
A spouse’s hug, a partner’s smile..
That makes our world go round

(c) Chukwudi I.

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