A heart beats for the land where hope run wild and free, where the sky is blue and the land is green, when the world is in peace and the smile is still sweet. The time when dreams are at hand and goals are one step away. Sweet memories of a life before years of pain take all the innocence away.
The time is running fast and the child stood still while watching the skies turn into gray, watching the sun sets on the west, watching the darkness enveloped her world and the moon gave hope with a streak of a moonlight.
A heart that hope to feel freedom again. At last... one will wait until the sun rise on the east.
Gone are the days of the innocent and the dandelions are rustling, swaying in the gentle breeze. Deserts and oceans have their own endings, and so is the life of a child. A simple flower in the midst of the rain. Flower blooms when the winter ends...
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Author's note: This is my original literature piece that I submitted to my teacher. I just want to post it here because I like it.
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