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Sep 2019
Sunflower
Golden, radiant
That's why it's named after the Sun
Standing tall, with purpose

Never alone
It's joined by the others
Together they grow

Sometimes it seems sad
Looking down in sorrow
At times it forgets
That it's still radiant and golden,
Never alone

I think I'm a sunflower
Written by
Makei  21/M/somewhere in America
(21/M/somewhere in America)   
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