The Sunflower Samurai

The sunflowers... they are gone, as if they were just a dream...

I know it wasn't a dream. I know it. He was here.
He was here and now he's gone.
He's left me here alone, in our bed, in our house, in our world... alone.
He's waiting for me, waiting for me to follow... he knows I will come.

I tried to stay... but alas, there is nothing left for me here.
I tried to hear the music of the birds, but alas, they have flown away...
I tried to breathe in the scent of the lakes, but alas, they have dried up again...
I tried to dream of him everyday, every second, but alas, I have forgotten his face...

She turned her head sleepily, ''mmm... whaa.''
"Open your eyes, princess."
''mmm...''
"My darling, open your eyes... just once..."
''umm... nooo.''
"shhh., shhh, ok, ok... remember dear, when you need me, follow the smell of the sunflowers."
He kissed her on her forehead. She smiled without opening her eyes, snuggled up to her pillow and drifted off...

I didn't open my eyes, to see him one last time... didn't open my eyes...
I am going to follow the sunflowers... the smell of the sunflowers, but alas, I waited too long...


it is winter.

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Tears of blood, fall as flakes of snow...

We think we are right, we think we know.

And when it all comes to pass, we find...

We are the raindrops, not the rainbow.

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