I Am a Sunflower
Small…
Unstable,
With a stem of many wounds.
Small…
And fragile;
With rumors they presume.
Although small,
In a big world,
A blossom upon the prairie.
Although small,
Bound of golden petals.
Reject reasons to be weary.
Although small,
I find the sunlight;
The warmth in every setting.
Although small,
I Am a Sunflower
With the Blessing of Forgetting.
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