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Was it really a beautiful day?

A poem written by Sophie M. and Amanada Mc. when they were 11 and 12,
after listening to a presentation by a Holocaust Survivor.

Right after Dr. Peter G. left,
We ran outside and skipped as we sang.
It was a Beautiful Day.
But was it really?
Knowing the memories of all the innocent people!
Knowing that people were slaughtered.
Was it really a Beautiful day,
if rain still poured in the hearts of thousands of people?
Dark clouds invaded the sky, and
it seemed to invading people's dreams too.

The wind blew lightly through our hair,
it also blew through our hearts.
The wind seemded to be free.
We ran away from the pin and the memories.
as we ran the grass felt so soft against our bare feet.
We ran until we could barely breath.
We fell to the grass.
We looked up at the sky and the clouds disappeared.
The sun shown its rays, it warmed our skin and our hearts,
even though the still poured in many hearts.
It also poured in ours.
When will the rain stop pouring?

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