Poetry

Sunflower

She was like a sunflower,
In a garden full of roses.
Yet she professed a delightful power,
Among that beauty, fragrance and poses.

She sought her life from the sun too bright,
The fear of blazing, yet finessing her fright.
And when clouds struck by,
She found her silvers through the black;
Passing through the storms,
Satiating her lack.

She stood tall, Even after a fall;
Dreaming to bloom, better than the best;
And to shine brighter than the rest.

So when you’ll think about the beauty of those roses,
She’ll strive for the sunflower.

Seeking some light for her life,
Just to shine a little brighter!


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