I remember her saying she's so tired. I'm glad she's on a sleep today though she doesn't look comfortable on her bed. I bet she would be, only if she wasn't boxed;
I remember her hopeful attempt to fly, the moment she had her toes on the edge. She hesitated much back then but I discovered how fearfully brave she was for jumping right into the air. She failed to soar but she actually did fly, only, downwards.
ㅡ Fly
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Sunflower Stories
PoetryI bend whenever skies turn black. I lose some petals when it's dark. Even so, I'd rise again when morning comes, and darkness ends. ㅡ Sunflower
