In this world of toss and turns,
I keep coming back to you.
Like how waves fade and form again
to rush into the shore.
ㅡ Waves
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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
