The world of a sunflower

In the world of a sunflower,

She faces only the sun,

From dawn to dusk she follows,

In the bright sunshine she glows,

Knowing there ain’t no one like him,

To her.

In the world of a sunflower,

She is weary,

The heat leaving her parched,

Yet she knows nothing else,

But to love,

And melt,

Losing herself to the sunshine.

Sunshine…

He watches the sunflower,

Sees her wilt with struggle to follow,

Watches her burn as she chases the fire,

Helplessly,

Lovelornly,

He watches from a distance,

Wishing not to burn,

Wishing the flower had seen no sun.

He watches her wilt,

And shines stronger,

To kill her,

To dry her,

To watch her head droop,

Away from the sun.

She looks upon the ground,

Dies…

The world of a sunflower.

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