-08.13.2023-
Good morning!
Have you ever wondered
How sunflower mourns
At the sinking orange?
The language of it speaks
In silent leaves,
Who attract nothing like the blossom -
But keep place, around the only offer.
Said loyal, said admired -
Seems belongin’ to that ever-chasing eye.
Plausible enough, but not so enough -
Leaves are always on their guard.
Call that arrogance as you wish:
One turns and turns, jusqu’au bout,
Wooed still by cheeky emeralds.
—— I'll claim it love.
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