The warmth spread through my fingertips.

The white walls are painted orange.

I look out the window.

The flaming toungs of the sun lick the earth.

Roses petals open for the last sight of sunlight.

Red, pink,  and white entangle reaching for the sun.

Dreaming of the sunrise,

where once again they open their peatels to the warmth of the sun.

 

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