Laura arwen


The sunshine


The sunshine is
a spectacular domain
The sunshine is
a breathtaking sensation
In the sunshine
there is a
soft and fresh breeze
It's sad to
think that the
sunshine is disappearing
The sunshine is life
The sunshine swarms
of new, strange and
inoffensive animals as
if they came
from the fantasy
For my imagination
the sunshine is
an illusion
The sunshine smells
of a natural
and hot perfume
The sunshine is
the perfect moment
to think
The sunshine is
a trouble for
who doesn't respect
the incredible power
of nature
Sometimes I think
that the sunshine
is an ancient
connection with the light
The sunshine illuminates
the darkest and
mysterious thoughts
The sunshine is
the light of
hope and a
star for the dreams

Submitted: Saturday, June 09, 2012

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