She'd like to take the sun on days like today,
bottle it up,
and store it away,
--Under her bed,
with the rest of her secret dreams
and outrageous laughs--
So that when the rain comes,
and the grey falls down,
and she gets weary and beaten by the
sad things in life,
She could take a sip of today's summer sun,
and remember what it feels like
to be perfectly warm.
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