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Beautiful Day


I can feel the warmth of the sun today. It's like an everlasting heaven that embraces my cold cheeks. This heaven is dear to me, only me. That is why I tie it to my home. It brightens my world when the clouds visit my neighborhood. That's why I like to take my umbrella. It's blue just like the sky is. It has red petals on it too that make me smile. I wish I could fly so high where it's beautiful. I want to fly high above the bad clouds that soak my warm shining day. I want to be in the sky but the yelling I hear there hurts. That's why I'm thankful for my little home. Now I wait for my beautiful warmth to return. But now my roof is crying. Why are you shaking? The clouds are shouting louder this time. They're making everything here sad. I wish I could just be it's friend. Everything is not warm. Everything is not beautiful. Everything is hot and bright. My beautiful warmth... My beautiful warmth. My beautiful heaven. I want to keep dreaming of it. Forever forever. My warm heaven holds me tight. While I sleep away my beautiful day.
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