It’s been 6 months since the devastating Ukrainian War began! Starting in February of this year, when in a few short months their sunflowers would begin to sprout and grow, but for [now] are never more!
Where are your fields now, Oh weary ones of war? Where once your faces chased the sun! Your apron’s nourishing seeds feeding your nation and world! Now artillery and smoke have hidden your smiles your golden vials of oil are broken But down below your hardened soil your precious seed is hidden, your tears will sprinkle your meadows, bringing your smiling faces once again!
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