Sunset...

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I cant find a place to call my own,
I looked everywhere for the perfect view of what i love to see,
A sunset,
I search in the park,
The highest hill,
The highest building,
But its just the same,
I want to be with nature not near the damages of the people that created many changes.
The park full of metal that made up the swings,
The hill with its signs that just show advertisements,
The buildings that took up beautiful fields.
I just want to see the beautiful sunset and nature that surrounds it.
I find myself sitting on the sand looking out into the ocean and watching the sun kiss the oceans waves,
And drowning into the ocean, the place that people haven't destroyed yet.
Its beautiful,
I found my beautiful sunset.

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