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Sunflowers

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by VanyaBorgia

by VanyaBorgia

Sunflowers remind me
of many thingsㅡ
I had hoped not like
that of mainstream.

Sunflowers remind me
of my love for yellow,
and the sun warm and bright;
of Van Gogh and his starry nights;

of how a yellow tin can of paint
can end one's dreary life;
of how one shines on the outside
but is dead with depth inside.

But sunflowers too, remind me
of UP Diliman in June;
of my life's next chapters;
and the words padayon and puhon.

Sunflowers have taught me,
that if I've no courage to see
the dullness of the earth
without basking in my sun,

then I can turn to
another beside me who
sees me eye to eye,
and shares me life and warmth.

Sunflowers remind me
of what it is I must do,
ultimately that isㅡ
to keep on growing through.