pequeño girasol
Eres, pequeño girasol,
entre tanta desolación
mucho más que la corrupción;
más que el caos que, sin control,
logra eclipsar al bello sol.
Mas tú resistes, linda flor.
La lluvia escapa del color
de tus pétalos felices
con sus alegres matices
que hacen huir al terror.
I was honestly surprised at how quickly and easily I was able to write this one. Perhaps the inspiration had been brewing for a while. Perhaps the sight of that picture, complete with the sunflower reference, was enough to send the words flying.
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