Sunny Days - Poem by sancheir lewis
Just the feel of having the sun shining in your face
it all feels the same no matter where place
it could be spring or summer
when the sun begins to shine it becomes a wonder
saying to yourself 'it is hot'
and take a sip of water and it hit the right spot.
looking in the sky and see the darling birds fly
asking yourself 'what if i could touch the clouds in the sky'
sitting in the heat wondering when will winter come
and when will the clouds come and hide the sun?
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