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When someone or something captures your attention |
| SUNFLOWER When I think of you, I see fields of sunflowers leaning towards the sun never a worry of blinding rays, of burning till blisters bring misery. They flow freely in the wind tall, proud, oblivious of the their beauty, called weeds, wild,often useless, cruel words carry no weight in their world. In my rainiest of days, where are the sunflowers? |