The Sun and Her Flowers
Under golden gaze, she blooms,Each petal, a story, unfurls.Not in whispers, but bold claims,Not embraced, but standing firm.She reaches, not for the embrace,But the warmth that fuels her dance.No secrets whispered at dawn,But a symphony of light, drawn.In her veins, not gentle flows,But the might of daybreak, aglow.Not in shadows does she hide,But in full…