Wednesday, 8 August 2012

Withering Sunflower

Oh withering sunflower,
Winter’s silence has depleted you
with all those lines of snow
that rush through your mind
(deception of the sweetest kind)

You withdraw from the sun’s coaxing warmth
into the shadows of your obsession;
Obsession never cures the desire
Ancient scholars delved deeper within the sensation-
your rendition falls short of class and sophistication.
But alas, I digress
You’re a tragic mess. 
I still dream for better days for you ahead.


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