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Aug 2013
The feeling of the sun,
kissing me ever so warmly.
The power of the wind,
tickles my bare skin
and blows my long,thick hair.
The small petals of yellow flowers drops down gracefully
from the tree.
Little,small birds chirp
and sing.
The sight of my day embossed of  beautiful nature.
Little white and pink flowers,
hang proudly
on the stems
of their tree.
Everyday is a beautiful day.
Everyday shall be felt like this
Natasha Britney
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Natasha Britney  Cloud 9
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   --- and Miriam
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