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The Sunflower
Golden petals, the
bear-fuzz center.
Its arms outstretched
To touch a feather
Of the Sun's warmth,
Of the Sun's kiss.
It faces me and stares
As I walk by. It touches
The Sun.
It touches the sky.
My arms stretch but fall
short.
I walk on by.
Sun-dried petals, the
charred, browned center.
Its arms outstretched
Have lost the feather.
The hand swooped down,
Had ripped it away.
It faces dirt and stares
As I walk by. It touches
The grime.
Hand's touch, it dies.
My arms stretch but fall
short.
I walk on by.

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