Sunlfower
Unfurl toward the sun
Yawning when the morning's come
Sleeping beauty
Soon will rise
Endless future in your gently wild
Dreaming eyes
Snowing Dust of dandelions
On your satin skin,
Cool, blushing face
Kiss good morning, luscious lips
Dancing in the windy meadow
Full of bluebird singing grace
Ray.j.Scott
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