Kindled garden of only sunflower,
burn your trust into a contract of fire,
take one more day to decades,
what is of this world, now gone.
Once was beauty and elegance
as your colors flood the sunlight,
now are of withered petals,
with all of your heads held down.
Look at a floor where many have walked
and as passing filled up with love,
as they slowly brushed against warm hearts.
Now they walk like the dead come alive,
with no visions or new songs,
they walk only to extinguish your love.
It's time now you bloom,
reach up to the heavens and stars,
stand up one more time
to show that we can also die,
yet bloom again as beautiful as you are.
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