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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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