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by Gita
Rated: E · Poetry · Experience · #2154014
Drawing strength

On a journey of sorrow
to bid Daddy a final farewell,
I spied some sunflowers on a hill.
They spoke to me, and I heard well
that if in their blooms I delighted still,
my dawn would rise sweeter tomorrow .
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