What a beautiful sunny day
All the children come out to play
As they play in the puddles
And blow their bubbles
The children bask in the sunlight
Hoping it will never become night
But now it's dinner time
Which slowly turns into bedtime
So the children close their eyes and dream
Of the suns bright beam
Slowly heating them up
But it all started with a storm
That's how the beautiful sunny day was born
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Simple Poetry
PoesíaSimple Poetry. Some poems happy some sad, all emotions in between. Simple poems I have put together and hope you enjoy them as much as I do. They aren't the best but had a good time writing them and that's all that matters. Sit down, relax, put yo...
