She has a little tan face
With yellow high lights
In her hair
Her favorite thing to do
Is dance with the music
Made by the wind
A late bloom -er
Of sort
Time for play is short
Making for her fun loving nature
The kisses she gives away
Only to the bees
Are as sweet as necter
Just like a traveling circus
Soon She will leave
On wintery days
I will miss her
My little sun flower
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bravo! this poem is sad a little bit, but it is so beautiful. it has a sun energy... there is a lot of warm in you words. i like the poem very much. keep it up)))) (and don`t take pills - if there aren`t ups and downs in our life, it means we are dead)