Joyful
As I walked on the beach my joyfulness just made me feel jolly.
As I see myself weeping my tears of joy as I take my last dance.
So I hear the lovely music of my precious heart.
I feel the ocean breeze as I dance with passion and confidence.
I smell the fragrance of the lovely red roses.
I taste joy from my free soul.
Joyful looks like walking on the seashore under the sunlight.
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