Sunflowers Die With The Coming Of Night. Poem by Driss Ezzireg
Sunflowers Die With The Coming Of Night.
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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.
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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4/25/2024 12:52:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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,
You got it right, Si Abderrahmane.Thank you for reading it.