There is a Poem in a Sunflower
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kuzaliwa_carey
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I was walking on the beach and saw sunflowers in the sand.

There is a Poem in a Sunflower

While traipsing on the dunes

While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving

While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin,

While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower

While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower growing straight out of the sand.

While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower growing straight out of the sand. Intrigued that it could grow

While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower growing straight out of the sand. Intrigued that it could grow in such seemingly adverse

While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower growing straight out of the sand. Intrigued that it could grow in such seemingly adverse conditions, I picked it

While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower growing straight out of the sand. Intrigued that it could grow in such seemingly adverse conditions, I picked it and brought it inside

While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower growing straight out of the sand. Intrigued that it could grow in such seemingly adverse conditions, I picked it and brought it inside to gift it with precious water

While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower growing straight out of the sand. Intrigued that it could grow in such seemingly adverse conditions, I picked it and brought it inside to gift it with precious water And the glass embrace of a vase.

But I laid it on the couch

But I laid it on the couch and forgot about it

But I laid it on the couch and forgot about it in the blur of my day

But I laid it on the couch and forgot about it in the blur of my day and it promptly

But I laid it on the couch and forgot about it in the blur of my day and it promptly shriveled and died,

But I laid it on the couch and forgot about it in the blur of my day and it promptly shriveled and died, Its dehydrated corpse

But I laid it on the couch and forgot about it in the blur of my day and it promptly shriveled and died, Its dehydrated corpse Protectively curled in on itself

But I laid it on the couch and forgot about it in the blur of my day and it promptly shriveled and died, Its dehydrated corpse Protectively curled in on itself The first thing that I saw when

But I laid it on the couch and forgot about it in the blur of my day and it promptly shriveled and died, Its dehydrated corpse Protectively curled in on itself The first thing that I saw when I opened my sleep-ridden eyes

But I laid it on the couch and forgot about it in the blur of my day and it promptly shriveled and died, Its dehydrated corpse Protectively curled in on itself The first thing that I saw when I opened my sleep-ridden eyes And only then did my pupils bloom

But I laid it on the couch and forgot about it in the blur of my day and it promptly shriveled and died, Its dehydrated corpse Protectively curled in on itself The first thing that I saw when I opened my sleep-ridden eyes And only then did my pupils bloom In belated remembrance and regret.

And I know there is a poem in there somewhere

And I know there is a poem in there somewhere But for the life of me I can't find it.

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