The last day the girl ever found a sunflower,
it rained
in the forest of her mind.
A hundred crows came, and she could only cower.
they stained
the pain, and her beautiful blind
eyes  
her heartbeat beats slower.


She searched for more sunflowers
over mountains of isolation and deserts of faithlessness
but when she started to cross the turbulent oceans
she lost her strength in the small hours
she was drowning, she struggled, she turned nameless
lost in numbed emotions
not knowing her heartbeat is polar