In a field where laughter once bloomed,
A lone sunflower stood, consumed.
A sentinel of sorrow, in colors worn,
The last survivor, forlorn.
Once a patch of golden dreams,
Dancing under sunlight beams.
Comrades swayed in a vibrant trance,
Now gone, leaving a mournful dance.
Petals wilted, hopes lay bare,
Whispers of the wind, a ghostly air.
Solitude embraced the chosen one,
A solitary figure beneath the distant sun.
Lost companions, memories sown,
In the soil where kinship was known.
Now, a silent elegy in the breeze,
Tales of unity were lost among the trees.
Loneliness, a heavy cloak,
Drifts around the stem that spoke Of days when life was shared and free,
Now a symbol of desolation, the lone decree.
Once vibrant hues turned to shades,
A melancholy symphony invades.
Each petal droops with a heavy heart,
Echoes of departed friends impart.
Yet, in the solitude, resilience remains,
A survivor of life's harsh refrains.
A lonely sunflower, steadfast and strong, In the silence, it sings a quiet song.
Yearning for the days of yore,
When fields of gold held so much more.
But here it stands, a testament of time,
A lonely sunflower in a paradigm.
A tear in the fabric of the pastoral scene,
A solitary sentinel, evergreen.
Amidst the ruins of what used to be,
A lonely sunflower, a solitary plea.
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Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within
PoetryEmbark on a journey into the depths of the human spirit with Whispers of the Soul: Verses From Within by Royce Earnest Rasmussen. In this captivating collection of poetry, Rasmussen delicately weaves words into intricate tapestries of emotion, invit...
