
Sunflowers & Storms
Listen,
To the sunflowers singing
When the sun embraces them
On the morn of a biting cold.
Squint at the sky
While you’re blanketed
By voids.
You can correct a wise person, but an unwise person is already correct.
Listen,
To the sunflowers singing
When the sun embraces them
On the morn of a biting cold.
Squint at the sky
While you’re blanketed
By voids.