Driss Ezzireg


Sunflowers Die With The Coming Of Night. - Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Sunflowers die with the coming of night
Like men die with the coming of birth.
The countdown starts with the first cry
Goes on and on till the final sigh.
When the last teardrop wets the drooping cheek
At the break of dawn,
The cry of the last born
Heralds the start of the journey
Of the one gone.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Blank Verse


Comments about Sunflowers Die With The Coming Of Night. by Driss Ezzireg

  • Abderrahmane Dakir (1/14/2016 11:54:00 AM)


    It's the sadness and the fate in this great poem that remember us about our life cycle as a second between birth and death, (Report) Reply

    Driss Ezzireg (1/14/2016 1:28:00 PM)

    You got it right, Si Abderrahmane.Thank you for reading it.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 13, 2016


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