Sun-flowers, stop growing!
If you touch the sky where those clouds are passing
Like tufts of dandelion gone to seed,
The sky will put you out!
You know it is blue like the sea . . .
Maybe it is wet, too!
Your gold faces will be gone forever
If you brush against that blue
Ever so softly!
Sun Flowers
Hilda Conkling
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Poem topics: sea, sun, forever, touch, gold, sky, blue, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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