Sunflower how in youth you stood,
Underneath light is nights full moon,
Neat and your yellow face that shines.
Folly scattered passions narrow path,
Leaves counted inward to the heart,
Over dreams you never were too know.
Wash your face in mornings hand,
Each kiss frees you from this world,
Regrets and flowers knew to come.
Wow, that's all that comes to mind here. A complex woven thing this is, with an eerily beautiful countenance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed this symbolic poem! ! ! pretty sunflower! ! ! have a look at my poem 'PaSSioN FLoWeR'