The Sun


The sun is shining bright the
clouds are very high.
I look up to see the beautiful sky
and I realize the sun was giving
so much light.
The rays are so radiant and long and
I just start singing a song.
It was so pretty I can remember.
I looked behind me was
a rose-colored amber.
I kneeled, picked
it and I sighed
Then, I looked up at the sun
and thought is this a sign.
I noticed it was my mind playing
tricks with my eyes.
I realized I was in a
dark closet the whole time.

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