Elina Pashneva
The yellow flower sits and stares,
But with despair, and yes, it cares.
While everyone can move around,
It’s standing there, bound to be found.
One day a little girl sat down
Close to the flower, right on the ground.
She started picking a bouquet,
It was for sure a lovely day!
She plucked out every rose and lily,
All for her mother, she loved so dearly.
But when she saw the yellow flower,
She picked a small, different sunflower.
And when she did, the lovely lad,
He felt so small, so weak and sad.
And even though he had a chance,
It came so quickly, like a glance.
The yellow flower
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