Pink Pastel Suns

December 21, 2015

Bursts of rays fill my bedroom in the evening at times.

It warms me and fills my mind with joy.

I can eat all the prisms of the sun in one sitting.

I am full of wonder and happiness on pink pastel

sun moments.

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