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As she twiddled with her stripey pajama sleeves, gazing out at the night stars through her moonlit window, she heard something. Hannah frowned in the middle of a yawn (which is quite a funny face to see), not sure what the noise had been and stopped fidgeting. Yes, there it was again. It sounded like a whisper…

Like graceful dancers
two sunflowers sway
in mornings breeze.
Teardrops of morning dew
like glistening diamonds
reflecting rays of rising sun.
Sunflowers of beauty
Dancers to unsung songs
they do not ask why they
are so beautiful, they just
dance in mornings breeze.
- “Dancers of Life” by Mike.