Through the madness,
Inside his soul.
Like the darkened core,
Of the sunflower.
Through the curtains,
Of his heart.
Like the radiant rays,
Of the sunflower.
Through the wildness,
Inside his mind.
Like the verdant foliage,
Of the sunflower.
Through the nothingness,
Of his existence.
He lives for you,
Breathes for you.
He may even,
Die without you.
Like the devout admirer,
Of the sun – the sunflower.
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The Mysterious Language of Flowers
PoetryEvery flower has a name, every name has a story, every story has a beginning and every beginning has an end. A collection of short poems. Book to be published soon. Only first 5 chapters are available for your reading pleasure. Thank you for everyth...
