SunflowersA Poem by DayranHot & Tender
I haven't seen a field of sunflowers They make these now on posters Knowing how everyone likes to be ' in.' Neither did I see a sunflower plant in the garden In its natural form and setting. I saw a painting of sunflowers by a man, Most had thought, a little given to passion. Had cut his ear to make his point, To say perhaps, that his life is art, as art is life. I looked up his painting, and the sun rose in my rum, I saw what he saw, when he was painting it. For a moment, I was Van Gogh myself, But came back down, and saw myself again, Picked it up, and stopped pretending, That I was someone else. Or that I was going to become. I see that painting everyday today, It follows me everywhere I go. I'm unmindful. I just know. You can't for too long, look at the sun.
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9 Reviews Added on August 23, 2011 Last Updated on August 25, 2011 AuthorDayranMalacca, MalaysiaAbout' Akara Mudhala Ezhuththellaam Aadhi Bhagavan Mudhatre Ulaku ' Translation ..... All the World's literature, Is from the young mind of the Original Experiencer. .. more..Writing
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