Sunflower

A small happy sunflower I picked on for you by the trail
A small happy sunflower in your chiseled tanned hand
Casting sunny reflections upon your
young smiling face and your tight low-necked breast

Walking along a narrow path through the sweet meadows
Both excited shy confused and mute
With the hearts beating so fast and loud

Where has all that gone?
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Pavel Nichkov
Sep 16, 2010


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