I found my love in a portfolio
Pictures of his, I only saw.
Wearing attires like sun in a winter morn,
Dancing in a field like a young corn
In a field of thousands, he was still drawn
Wonder why? Shades of green and yellow makes him frown
I doubted if he really was a corn or the sunflower home grown?
He look like sunflower , pretty and tall
But taste like the autumn's bitter fall
What makes this seed grow so early
With pain and anxiousness in a world he rarely sees,
Might be the childhood that he escaped
Or the adulhood making him two faced.
I wonder ,what makes him this way?
His pictures smiles yet his happiness looks away?
How dare i pictured him as a corn
When he was sunflower , lovelorn! -
fuye
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Umbrella Of Poems
PoetryWelcome, Poetry is not everyone's cup of tea. But if uou prefer it. Congratulations! Hi, I'm fuye. This book will have all my poems. I hope you'll like it. Ask for explanation if you don't understand the meaning , in comments
