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In a field where sunlight graces,
A sunflower blooms with gentle traces.
Its petals wide, a radiant crown,
A testament to strength renowned.
She stands with elegance, tall and bright,
Facing the world with unwavering might.
Her heart, a bloom of golden hue,
Reflects a soul both kind and true.
Like the sunflower, she seeks the sun,
Drawing warmth from everyone.
Her presence, a beacon in the storm,
A source of comfort, safe and warm.
In moments of grace, she sways with ease,
Her laughter carried by the breeze.
Yet, beneath her vibrant display,
Lies a depth, profound and gray.
She embraces life with open arms,
Captivating all with her charms.
A dance of light and shadow plays,
In her eyes, where secrets stay.
Her resilience mirrors the flower’s stance,
In the face of trials, she’ll advance.
Unyielding, through the darkest night,
She rises strong, with morning light.
For in the bloom of a sunflower’s glow,
Lives a tale of courage, love, and woe.
A woman’s heart, a mystery profound,
In petals of gold, her essence is found.
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~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for
Emily, 2 February 2025 - All Rights Reserved
🌻This poem is a quiet unveiling of a woman’s essence—her strength, her softness, her mystery. Inspired by the sunflower’s stance, it speaks of resilience not as defiance, but as grace under pressure. Though written in metaphor, it carries fragments of my own truth. In its lines, I see the woman I am becoming: rooted yet reaching, vibrant yet complex, blooming even in shadow. It is both a tribute and a mirror.
