Poetry

The Poet’s Reader

A poem reads the reader, wrote by the poet.

But a poet writes for the reader that ignited her art.

And ignites her heart.

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My Golden Sunflower

To my sunflower, golden as the sun,
blooming in His light, giving life to the lives you touched. May you always bloom in His light.

I hope you know you light my path in your beauty and gracefulness. Your love revolves beyond my world, up to the skies even the stars felt it. You never gave up on me, or left me by my own. And I’m sorry for all those times I couldn’t bring myself to you. I need you to know you’re amazing and I’m blessed I met a sunflower to be part of my little garden.

You’re a walking blessing to every path you cross, leaving fragrance to the hands you held. Even the trees know it. Thank you for believing in me despite all my flawed self.

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