English poetry or prose

sunflower

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fire

The sun rises gradually,

There is countless warmth.

Sunflowers twist their soft bodies,

It opened shyly against the sun.

The sun shines on the sunflower,

The warm feeling is so beautiful.

The sun is in the sky,

Sunflowers follow their eyes.

It is late at night,

Waiting is also beautiful.

sunflower

this

sun

be

lifting

Gradually

countless/innumerable

warmth

sunflower

twist

its

mild

body

face

this

sun

Shyly

Open

this

sun

be

shin bone

exist

sunflower

this

warm

feel

be

therefore

beautiful

this

sun

begin

arrive

go on foot

exist

this

sky

sunflower

inherit

and

look

towards

this

sun

it

be

evening

exist

night

flat

wait for

be

therefore

wonderful