Watch and wait
Hope and pray
In time etc...
These empty words were all I could give
Everything else had not worked
My hands felt bound
I was reduced to just my words
A small voice
Ebbing on like the remnants of an echo
Barely audible but still there
This was what I could offer
This was all I could offer
She refused everything else
YOU ARE READING
The Sunflower
ŞiirI asked her why she was crying She said, "How else do you expect me to water myself?" This short collection of poems tells the story of personal growth and the emotional consequences of its achievement. Maybe you are the sunflower, or perhaps you m...
