Poems from Mayrasunflower
Yes, we live to die.
And die to live.
It was no surprise when Persephone ate that pomegranate.
She did it. She lived.
Her mother held...
There is A Sunflower,
Yellow, Bright, and Bitter.
The colossal wave in the horizon
Smashed
The border lines of Morality.
The Right and...