Sunshine

I stare up from the ground

Lost in my realm

I wish to be the sun at rest.

When the clouds are like cotton candy

And the sky turns purple and gold

I dream of being the sun at rest —

Brilliant

Beautiful

It Becomes.

Without question, without answer

The sun always finds its way home

I watch it glow from afar

And pray for peace.

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Edited by: Ava Emilione

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