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Photo: © Dungha Visit his blog to see additional photos.
The photographer lives in Bucuresti, Romania, and specializes
in street photography.
Photo used with permission from Dungha.
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Photo: © Dungha Visit his blog to see additional photos.
The photographer lives in Bucuresti, Romania, and specializes
in street photography.
Photo used with permission from Dungha.
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-The Sunflower-
Petals curled and
brown, reach for the spinning ground;
crippled for her sins.
before your grace
your beauty
your life essence
i stand
deplete
used
Helianthus
You followed the sun
Around the azure sky
Poor little sunflower
Helios has gone
You hang your head
And die
DEFEAT
It had known glory.
It had held its face to the sun
And had become one with it.
*
Its roots had dug deeply into the
soil.
Its sap had run like treacle.
Its petals had flaunted and flared.
It's perfume had intoxicated
passers-by.
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It expected to live for ever.
But the rains were late that year.
'And with a final reverence, the actress bowed out of public life'.
Greetings from London.
Sun Goddess bow down
Even you must revere time
Give your life to seed
You’re so right – every photograph does indeed tell a story. That’s why blogs are such a great forum.
SUNFLOWER PRODIGY
It seems like only yesterday,
That I was just a sprout.
I grew so big, so fast,
And now I'm tuckered out.
I didn't even notice,
My companions in the sun,
And now I'll soon be dying,
When I thought I'd just begun.
I'm reminded of the little girl,
Who came to visit me one day,
She looked so sad and lonely,
Cause she never got to play.
A well-known childhood superstar,
"I'm depressed, to tell the truth",
"I've captured fame and fortune,
But surrendered up my youth"
congratulations,vali,for your entire work and wish you plenty of good shots and inspirations from now on!
Beautiful still,
though withered and bowed by time.
A few paused and heard
her whispered song:
It won't be long.
It won't be long.
So proudly I stood in my garden.
Pick me, I said. I will do you proud. I have waited for this day.
And so they came, and cut me down and took me away to stand in a bucket on diplay. I was so proud.
A blue ribbon was hanging from my brow.
They came each day,
and marveled at how tall.
And then everyone was gone, and I stood there alone, all withered and forgotten, and the ribbon was gone that I wore so proudly.
Time did this to me.
tweedles
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