It is mid Spring, and my sunflower
is outgrowing the flowerpot
it has spent its whole life in.
Of course I am proud that something
I planted has taken such strong root.
but I cannot help but feel heartbrothen
because I cannot ignore the symmetry.
See, you remind me of the flowerpot,
I have loved you for a long time.,
I grew to fit you, you kept me safe.
But now, I am stretching and growing,
reaching my petals toward the sun,
and I do not know how much longer
you can hold me without killing me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you remind me of the flowerpot, I have loved you for a long time., I grew to fit you, you kept me safe. But now, I am stretching and growing, reaching my petals toward the sun, holding without killing me. a fine ending with a philosophy.. tony