How must that first sunflower feel
To look out on that sea of leaves

All slumbering
Asleep in green

And be the only one
The One
Awake to look back at the Sun

you were my universe
a face full of stars
eyes like ocean planets
but they froze over
you had a smile like a sun
but it went supernova
the sharp cold of space
stole away into an emptiness
that you had filled with love
you became a nebula
beautiful and unattainable

Are dishes,
They need, to handle
Very careful
No disturbances
For the reason that,
They are fragile
Any slight mistake
Will cause them
Into broken
They are more than
a rubber bowl
Because, they shines
They always kept
in a precious shelves
Using dishes,
lunch and dinner
Can be taken
On, every daylight
and night

They are more than,
Precious they are
Dishes they are
Take care of
THEM