Thoughts Became Words (Poetry)

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Sunshine

Sunshine danced across her face, the sun embracing her face.
Hm, she hummed, content.
Sunshine was a magical thing. It was like a warm hug from your mother when you felt sad. It was like a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you. It was freeing. It was the feeling of light and smiles. I think that smiling into the sun, just letting the warm rays dance across your face, and feeling the heat is something that everyone should experience. It truly is magical. It clears your head and frees your mind. Its the steady hum of cicadas and the light breeze through the trees and the butterflies dancing along the wind. Sunlight brings a different side of people forward. Its just like looking into someone's eyes just as the golden rays catch the color. You see a whole new world of personality and color and beauty. Sunshine brings out the best in me. It reminds me of the song my mother used to sing to us.
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You'll never know just
How much I love you
You are my sunshine
Don't go away
I think of that song when I am sad. It helps me to remember that I am loved no matter what. When everyone and everything seems to be against me, my mother loves me. The sun loves me. The sunshine is my comfort. My mother's arms are my comfort. Sunshine truly is wonderful. Its a magical thing.

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