Wild

Summer Poetry Challenge II 

Like the sunflowers down by the sewage drains,
I have grown tall enough to reach beyond my constraints.
And the wind who sows my seeds,
my silent friend, precedes and leads
me to paint the earth with my kisses of the sun.
I am bright and wild that none can shun, not one.

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