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I need a title, but I don't have one. Broken train of thought, I wrote the draft of this first when the words first started flowing into my mind, in my school library.

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In life, sunlight can be a blinding factor. 
For me, it’s usually a good thing. 
On the days where I am feeling in discontent, the sun is a friend. 
And the sunlight—is his smile. 

I take a walk through, in the very short interval of commute, 
And embrace nature as it stands tall around me. 
The water, dancing down the steps and singing its familiar song, 
And the plants, living and enjoying their days of the quiet life. 

And then, there’s the sun. 
He spreads happiness as it peeks, through the cloak of the skies, and plays hide-and-seek. 
It’s a hard game for him as he shines so brightly. 
So easy to find, but not so easy to treasure. 

Sunlight dances across the skin of bypassing members of society, 
Some too busy to notice. 
Some too busy to acknowledge existence. 
And then, there’s our friendship. 

Sunlight dances across my cheeks and guides me, 
As I walk through nature’s path: 
Embracing nature,
Embracing the sun.

And sometimes… 
A smile peeks through this cloak of mine 
That surrenders, to the sun and his light, its purpose: 
To separate me from the world and from happiness. 

 ~WingedAura