Your flower of peace is pressed to the ground, trodden under foot by
The sunflower is Ukraine’s
humanity’s boot
Through the winter’s cruel plight
your seed is preserved
no matter how bruised and abused you have been
So sweetly sleep until once more you bloom
and with a smile of love you will have forgiven
symbol of peace.
Donna's Poetry Blog 
“Through the winter’s cruel plight
your seed is preserved” ❤
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Thank you, I don’t think i replied to your comment.
It was so nice of you to read my post.
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It was my pleasure. Take care.
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