Sunflower
the sun rises on my sunflower...beautiful artist of poetry and power
with the eyes of an angel and hair like golden honey
she wakes to a world of fire and fury
her smile radiates and brightens the world...she's more than a woman...
she's a godess of love
while wicked weeds grow...strangled and scorned...
for the lost and the lonely she weeps and she mourns
beauty is born as she's coming to life...my sunflower shines in the darkness of night
sundown comes and my sunflower rests
her day is complete as she fulfills her task...to fill this black heart with love,light and life
my sunflower sleeps...giving sight to the blind
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
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