the subservience of sunflowers
posed and heavy with dried yellow
spreads over fields of faded growth;
the sun stages the horizon
of sparse trees and hedgerows;
beyond the hope of lost gold.
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Dried yellow spreads over fields of faded growth wile sun stages in the horizon. Magical appearance of sunflower is wonderful really. Beyond the hope of lost gold this natural perception is brought up ahead. Interesting and excellent poem is shared here...10