I said I don’t mind
not the pain
nor the unstable legs
and the scars piling up, as if
life had a grotesque scheme against me.
But then, you just have to look at me
and ruin it all with your tears.
How could you not mind, you say.
The silent tears turn sunflower fields
to sun rays.
I said I don’t mind, my darling,
until your tears fall down
and turn all my lies into blooming flowers.
– but the flowers all wither away in the end.
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