She sits With sunflowers in her hair And the sun shining everwhere She waits The field is soft with flowers And colors splash the earth like a canvas The soil is warm and gritty beneath Her fingertips Her blue eyes shine Reflecting stories and wisdom Past a young girl like her Her dress flows with the wind White cotton against pale skin She wants the sun And trys to catch it with her hands But it evades her small fingers And teases her face, warming it with it's rays. She waits For them to come home
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