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you will have a chance seeing
the sunflower
poetess
only
once,
a glimpse
you love it but you can only love it once
when it faced the sun so bravely
chanting
singing her one and only song
then she goes away
like the sunflower
wilting
bowing to the ground
surrendering her many seeds
falling scattering
it is only the rain that comes
to bring her back to life again
her seeds sprouting again
not just with a mother song
but children poems
all along.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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