Here is another poem I wrote from the original T.O.D.. Nothing deranged... simplistic. Of course nothing is never as simple as it appears to be... you must turn the earth. It's all I have for the day... my mind is spinning webs and my mouth is dry.
"Sunflower"
Sunflower, my sunflower-
Wilted, weeping power.
It is you crumbling hour...
Right before Her shower.
Sunflower, my sunflower-
Drinking, Raising power.
No longer your arms cower...
The earth no longer sour.
Sunflower, my sunflower-
Graceful, brilliant power.
It is your finest hour...
A beautiful, yellow tower.
00.13.8
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