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Poetry on Sunday: Sunflowers

Photo: Iris Seltenrijch


When we feel the sun

We feel the same

We are together in that spark of light

It is a comforting thought not to be alone

I trust that it is true

I am not waiting

I am living

Living towards you

But let’s share the sun

For now

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