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Jan 2022
The sunflowers
whisper your name
as they spell it in the fields.
They gently sway
as the scent is carried in the wind
and I am once again reminded
of your love.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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