we do not let go of love
we let go of people
too destructive and detrimental
we let go of the storm
while loving its rain
that somehow
nourished our hearts
ㅡwhy love continues
to flourish
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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