Report #7 Happy Poem

She looked at her peaceful face, earlier then dawn. A black cat came to say good morning, while a gray cat was sleeping. she couldn't be happier, waking up in a dream, everybody was safe, love was thriving, as it meant to be. Would she give up on being a lonely sad writer, in order to feel the content sensation of happiness.. It's never lost who still searching, it's never good a happy poem. 


Astrological note: Saturn will show you where your time is best spent.