for the forgotten sunflower girls, who deserved to be more

we are the sunflower girls,

      before the world turned us into oil. 

the whispers of the wind,

               that were there, then gone

like the rain, the birds

                    and the distant sun

our autumns show the misery.

       effervescence burnt in the soil.

our springs were distant memories,

before we became sunflower oils.

we knew we were a dream in the sun.

and never thought that this day will come.

where the petals tossed and toiled.

          then we are reduced to nothing but

                         sunflower oil.

we all begin as seeds

and swear we would never take

the shape and form

                                                    of those before.

we promise ourselves to be something more.

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