Plastered to the wall, the sunflower bent down;
Light from the window, water from the pail couldn’t erase her frown. She had to see the sun;
Dismembered roots lay lifeless on the ground.
“Let there be life for one last time. Toss me away, in this state of decay; let me be soiled when he touches my face from the clouds”
For this was love, now nowhere to be found.