Sunflowers

An enigmatic love poem, by Eliza, celebrating nature, exclusively for Different Truths.

In the head was born a garden,
which still awaits for the smell.
What a beautiful one,
flowered in a harmony of colours.
Behind the enchanted gate,
open to sensation
stand
two drooping heads
of ripe sunflowers.
Bowing down likely
to love drifting in the distance.
The wind
shut the enchanted gates,
feeling insufficient.
It knew
that the garden can be made up,
and love
has to be felt.

Translated by Artur Komoter

Picture from the Internet