Happiness.

You walk past two children
playing in the sand
by the construction site
where their parents toil all day
in order to afford a single meal;
their clothes scarcely clothes
but holes with cloth around them,
their young faces
painted thick with grime
contrasting their pale white teeth
as they laugh
with a joy that only children own,
and you wonder: perhaps,
they could teach you what happiness is.

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