I dreamed. I dreamed about the sun. About holidays and beautiful smells and colors. Gradually it became darker. I dreamed about the beach, and about a campfire, where my friends and I were sitting around. We told each other our deepest secrets and became tired. Eventually we fell asleep. When I woke up the sun was shining. I stretched out, got out of my bed and looked outside. The rain was gone. My good mood was back. Today it would be a beautiful day.
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my head is a mess (ENGLISH)
PoesiaEnglish poems, many come from a dark place in my heart. Copyright ©foodandagoodbook. No part of this story may be copied without my permission. If this does happen, it will be reported immediately.
