The secret weapon
Was happiness—
Genuine happiness
Like a superpower
No matter how many
Demons attacked
Or how long.
Her angels were cheering,
“Hold on!”
Peachy
Poetry, Paradox & Perspective
The secret weapon
Was happiness—
Genuine happiness
Like a superpower
No matter how many
Demons attacked
Or how long.
Her angels were cheering,
“Hold on!”
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