They make many exiting sparks exploding all at once
Explaining the chaos of my world
They come out every once in a while
And bloom in my garden
The petals are delicate; velvety sheen
The drooping black irises
They are very rare
But when it comes in full depression
The dark sad leaves turn angry and wrinkled
The happy golden sunflower smiles throughout the day
When one shrivels and dies, there is always one to take its place
The yellow petals hide the dark center.
This post was submitted by Asma Patel.