The desire to see one last sunflower,
It has so much power.
The winds will only blow louder.
As the winter begins to devour,
All the pretty pedals left on the sunflower.
That very last flower,
Has nothing to show for;
But the pedals on the cold winter floor.
-everything ended in a dreadful way-
All that dismay, because winter wanted to stay.
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