Творчество. Every year as the summer ends

2013-03-02

Every year as the summer ends,
I choose one day to wake up early.
While the whole town is still sleeping,
I choose to create a memory for myself.

I'll run outside, still sleepy,
In my pajamas and with messy hair,
I'll sit down on the rocky pavement,
And start the countdown until the show.

I'm waiting for a painting to appear.
Warm shades of yellow, orange and red.
Gradually fill up the canvas.
And in the center of it all,
Is the shining, bright sun.

I can feel the sun, glaring down at me,
It's warm rays pointing in my face.
It fuels me up with positive energy,
As it welcomes the world to a new day.

I can feel the sun reaching out,
And wrapping it's arms around me,
In a long, warm hug.
And it's as if time stopped in that moment.

The sunrise is so beautiful.
The sun – a piece of gold.
And every year as summer ends,
I choose one day to wake up early.
While the whole town is still sleeping,
I choose to create a memory for myself.
(c) Тамара

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