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.
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