To 2016-2017
fall in love with the sun

By mackenzie oster

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    By Allison Rothrock
Flowers die when the sun decides to hide.
I cried with my own eyes as I said goodbye,
But the sun still rises-
Every morning it arrives.
The flowers still rejoice, although it is no surprise.
And still after you’ve left- I cling to what was said.
So fall in love with the sun, as it will still come-
Every morning to get you out of bed.