When sunflowers are young,
they face towards the sun
and follow it throughout the day.
Even on cloudy days,
they move their blooms,
searching for sunshine.
When I was young,
I faced the sun.
and looked to it for happiness.
I had many cloudy days,
where I couldn’t find sunshine,
but I found you instead.
Very nice…good imagery…
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Oh! Such a sweet and thoughtful poem. I love sunflowers.
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Thank you!
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What a happy poem! Just what I needed today.
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