Surface

Surface

The subway surfaces, click!
Nothing
I wanted to feed your eyes

But tech snag

So, just imagine
For now

Underground

Sunflower end

Walking home I suddenly thought of the sunflower, wondering whether it had wilted. Behind the bars little lost sunflower lay broken, uprooted, beheaded on the ground.

Sunflower continued

In spite of the mist
In spite of the fog
In spite of indifference
In spite of gloom
Little lost sunflower has bloomed