Sunshine

The rays of gold,
Reaching thru the leaves,
Like a hand caressing your skin,
A mother and child.
Warmth in the cold air,
The steam that rises from the lake.
Peaking through the clouds,
Running across the sky,
Let me run with it!
To be free,
To be me.





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