The woman of happiness.

The poem is telling us that "happiness is a product of health."

She never cares about what people say.
She walks like just on an endless way.
She feels the air like the breeze of the sea,
And her lung are filled with the breathe of relief.

She never knows the way to pain,
For her world is full of grace.
She lives healthily like a newly born babe.
That never know the freaky world way.

Oh! What a meaningful smiling frame,
Covered up her beautiful blackish face.
Showing a sign of joyfulness,
Along her wonderful lively way.

She never got a mind defect,
For she never gives a way to loneliness.
Who is that woman of happiness?
She is the one that believe that no problem is hell-till-end.

Author's Note

Please comment as you read. I want to know the level of my writing.

Reviews

[DaVoid]

Really love this poem. It feels floating and carelessly.
Your verses are well constructed and your lines are beautiful.
Your level of writing is fine :)

I love that you made the word hell-till-end.
I also make words up sometimes.
Not enough poets dare this imo.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thanks you very much. I appreciate your comment.