The Sunflowers

Van Gogh painted the sunflowers
Harsh in their brightness
Thick was the paint on the canvas
Standing out from the flat surface
Every color shone

Van Gogh drank the sunflowers
He absorbed every image around him
Took it in and consumed it
Drank it down like the finest of wines
And it overwhelmed him

Van Gogh became the sunflowers
Shrank himself down into their colors
Twisted his body
To better accommodate their shape
Disappearing into himself

Van Gogh died in the sunflowers
Gave his very last breath
To their life on the walls
Awed by many
But so few realizing what they see

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