last night
the world crumbled
beneath your feet
and the moon hid well
to not give you light
but look at how the morning
gave you a chance
to rebuild it today
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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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last night
the world crumbled
beneath your feet
and the moon hid well
to not give you light
but look at how the morning
gave you a chance
to rebuild it today
