The Sunday Muse #204

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The scream of the sunflowers

While air raid sirens
break the night
dust and smoke
crawl in the city
haunted by the wind

while gaping eyes of windows
burn
a stopsign
however symbolic
seems in an empty dust plain pinned

while children long for old friends
not knowing they are gone or killed
a Ukrainian beauty runs away.
a bride? a singer?
certainly strong-willed

the sunflowers bow
for her
then face the burning sky
no questions asked
no amazement uttered
not even the question ‘why’?

They move in wind and rain
witness lightning, bombs, despair,
they keep alive the inborn dream.

As everlasting statues of new life
they reach each Ukrainian with a scream:

We stand with you
whatever you endure
as love and freedom always are
the forces of life most pure.

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Syl©2022-2025

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