Sunflowers
This is the winter of sunflowers.
They have bloomed
In snow and smoke;
They have unfurled their petals
Through flame and dark of night,
And did not close.
When sun was gone,
They turned their faces
Toward truth and freedom,
And did not falter
When light failed before sunrise.
And for this their deeds will be remembered
When summer returns with blue skies
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