family love hope sunflowers
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I used to wonder who I was
What I was supposed to be.
I stood there amongst an empty field
standing all tall,
awkward and lanky.
My deep shade of pecan, growing darker by the minute.
Ode to Sunflowers
By: Michelle Barrera
Standing in a field,
Swaying in
The wind.
The yellow
Petals soft
I am wandering
going somewhere
arriving nowhere
walking there
running here
trying to find my stars
following the moon
no longer with myself
always by myself
