“A Short Poem on Sunflower” That little something on the ground, No idea where it belongs, Steadily opens its flower, As if the flower was a sun on the Earth Who follows the upper sun’s ways, When it gets dark, It closes itself so it can hide...
“A Short Poem on Sunflower” That little something on the ground, No idea where it belongs, Steadily opens its flower, As if the flower was a sun on the Earth Who follows the upper sun’s ways, When it gets dark, It closes itself so it can hide...