I ran. I stumbled. I fell.
I crashed
Into the glass walls that deceived me.
My rubber boots wobbling around my feet,
My hands blindly grabbing.
Sister laughed at me,
She made faces at me through the transparency.
Her long hair the same colour as mine:
Golden like the sunny sun sun.
I am a shiny sun son.
The shiny sun son's mom
Is radiantly wrinkly
In her bright orange jacket.
And as I run and stumble and fall,
I crash into her.
(photo via AnOthermag.com)
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