Tolerate It

I am sunflower and you are the sun.
So, I love you, dearly! I will die without you. You make me lively as you exist in this world.
Sunflowers love San Francisco as they're free there. They're bright and shiny. They do love the taste of freedom that city gives them.
I'm the embodiment of hope. Hope will never be silent. Hope can't be silenced! So, please, let us go to Castro Street and not tolerate my love, but celebrate it.

2024.01.10.