When I am down
I imagine myself
A swinging sunflower
Softly swaying to
The rhythm on the
Whistling wind
I may bend from
The force of an
Invisible predator
But I will turn
My yellow petals
Towards the setting sun
In the hopes of
Absorbing the beliefs
Of a better day:
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