flowers of the sun
don’t know when i realise
the fields of flowers beating
down your eyes this time
of year are no longer here
that wild violent yellow
racing off towards forever
might now be nothing more
than edge of childhood memory
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
flowers of the sun
don’t know when i realise
the fields of flowers beating
down your eyes this time
of year are no longer here
that wild violent yellow
racing off towards forever
might now be nothing more
than edge of childhood memory
The second verse is it for me. Super!