They have kept me company,
when all the world went away
went on with it’s all too busy day
With their heads peering into my solitude
poking around,
Opening up boxes, long ago packed,
their sunny-side-up golden faces
pulling at the ripcord
that tethered me to sadness
released the refreshing petals
of promise and pretty…
Simple, the strokes of genius,
gifted, the grand illusion
that all was well,
within it’s proper place
and pointless, for me,
to question, what comfort gained
They have kept me calm,
when wind tore at my every wall
they, well rooted, held my ground,
in simplistic splendor…
my savior, serene
Sunflowers
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