True Happiness
Running through the beautiful meadow
As the grass tickles my feet
I feel free here
I run I
I jump
I shout
I feel so warm and happy here
I plop my self down
Laughing and giggling
Laying on my back
I see the beautiful sunset
With its warm shades of
Orange
Red
And yellow
I feel myself holding a hand of an unknown figure
As we both look at the sunset
I felt how Happy I was
then
i woke up
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