You went to the garden to pick up a flower,
Poppy, Tulips, but your favourite was the sunflower.
Its shrunken face, dried eyes.
Through its beauty, you were mesmerized.

But what was so alluring about that dying flower?
Unwaterted roots,
Broken stem,
A leaf miners sanctuary.

What were you looking at with your glaring eyes?
The flower or the one you see inside.