Happiness

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