Day thirteen and no ghazal

The task for day thirteen was to write a ghazal. Frankly, I can’t face writing another form poem so soon and so I went off piste and wrote something a bit trite and random. I included rhyme and repetition to at least show willing.
Happiness is a ginger cat,
a party hat,
the welcome mat
when you’ve had a fight.

Happiness is a crescent moon,
a blue balloon,
your favourite tune,
fading candlelight.

Happiness is a furry thing,
small birds that sing,
eyes sparkling.
Peace of mind.

Happiness is your hand in mine,
a glass of wine
and love divine,
if fate is kind.


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