i cut the sunflowers
today
because they are
all dead
and i bury them all
under their
beside the place
where they are rooted.
soon after the long
sunshine and a little rain
their seeds
shall sprout for a new
spring.
death, birth and rebirth.
sun, and flowers and sunshine
and rain and the
softness of the earth
and the beauty of the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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