A sunflower in the land of living

When the Sun touches the West horizon

I remember the sad things that happened

And the ones that didn’t

But I don’t want to cry.

I look at East with hope

And wait …

This cosmic pain has its healer -

The Angel in us.

We only need some more trust,

A little bit

And it will be easier …. they say.

/except for some evenings, I guess

And the nights with Moon influence/.

Still, if it was so easy

Why we are here yet –

So weak,

So stupid

And for so

.. so long?

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