Sunflower
She looked up and saw the rays of the sun
felt the warmth on her palm.
Facinated by the light,
she tried to run,
but her roots ancored her
and she saw her mom
pulling her to her ground
she almost felt wrong
for her desire to run.
She looked down and saw distance,
she looked up and saw the sun.
She understood it was her time.
"Im sorry mom"
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