MARCH MYTHS: DAY 13, WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, A SUNFLOWER BLOSSOMS

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• MARCH MYTHS: DAY 13
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES
• A SUNFLOWER BLOSSOMS

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• I am unable to resist on its splendor
• that can elucidate to me its wonder,
• To blossom the Sunflower until he fades  
• into the darkness of mid-night blades,
• Next to await   for a spanking new dawn  
• Prepare for another genuine sad mourn
• Turned to the southward, forward
• with her head held high for a reward
• she greets the Apollo, god of the lights
• while his sun rays caress her very bright
• From sunrise to sunset, she follows her care for
• And sure not to take her eyes off him, never.
• Not even for a second of time, forever fine
• truly being in love with her love, so divine
• That is her curse of unburned devotion,
• the curse of great legend in adoration
• and story of her heart, blinded by lust,
• like a lost man with his eyes in a dust.
• She was blinded by pure and deep love
•  so honest and wholesome from above
• yet so far away and so highly profound,
•  it was her infirmity without heal around

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• BY
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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