SEACHILDPOETRY

 I wanted to kiss a sunflower The sunflower turned towards  The Sun.                                           

Sacred place I felt wings, They carried me in the light, On the sacred place, Where I blew one, two, three times, Watching the dandelion dust. s I was thrown, With fear in my lungs, From the cloud of peace, Where I breathed one, two, three times, Spreading my wings of hope. T.A.