The lowly gray day
Turns sunny and bright
Such sun feels like Heaven
On land
We race outside
With the sun beating deeply,
And play like kids
Again and again
It feels like summer,
The day is long,
But we feel fine
On this lovely day
Soon we get tired,
On that summer-like day,
And stop for a brief snack,
And continue on
But gradually, the day ends,
And we have to leave,
Let's hope tomorrow
is also sunny!
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
