Happiness

My hands are full of work.
world empire of friendship.
Already had Christmas Eve Eve.
Happiness is the time a sleepless morning,
or a happy ghost of the past.
Full of shadows lurking in the words,
the author's writing.
Good luck with all lived,
The pain also which burns with fire resistance.
Life is never asked it
earthly price. I will not
good luck to catch may be, it's around the corner
every moment of breaking flashes.