Like The Sunflower

Like The Sunflower short poem

My hopes are like rain in desert
Passed out so quickly somewhere,
I am burnt to be dried in flames
Tossed in fumes black as time
Wreathed and mingled in blue,
Life is not like a clear stream
Nor its turn so certain in flow,
Still I move upward like creepers
Though frail are my roots fallible
Might part from soil in storms,
Within man is like a cloud in sky
Wait for the wind to find ways,
Teach my heart from reminiscing
But find my lenses blurred again,
How much life meant to me
Deepest in my hollowly thoughts,
I find light fading into dark
Stars disappear with arrows of sun,
Overslept in ideals unforeseen truth
Hopes are like autumn trees bustle
Undressed of green in winter,
Stills ruins speak of glories past
How in fervor my soul worked
Born verdantly for changing days
Like the sunflower towards Sun!

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J.rid
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A most beautiful poem, I loved every word. Thank you for sharing

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