how lovely it is
to watch myself running
towards something
instead of merely running awayㅡpurpose
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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
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how lovely it is
to watch myself running
towards something
instead of merely running awayㅡpurpose