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Petals, Pavement, and Other Peculiar Truths
A field of sunflowers stretches wide, faces turned to drink the sun, each one a tiny world, each petal a quiet flame. How strange, these flowers that follow the light with such devotion, as if the sun were a god worth worshiping every single day. I stand here, surrounded by their golden gaze, and wonder, do they ever grow tired of turning toward the sky? Do they ever crave darkness? Do they even know it’s there?
I can almost hear the heartbeat of it, so different from the silent, steady praise of these sunlit blooms. And I wonder where do I belong? In the wildness of petals and pollen or in the measured, bustling rhythm of concrete?
The sunflowers say nothing, but they’re not silent. They tell me to stand still, just for a moment, to let myself be bathed in light without chasing, without fearing what comes next. Maybe that’s their wisdom, their quiet answer to all the questions, to turn, to face the sun, to bloom where we are, even if tomorrow brings only shadows.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My poems are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫
Petals, Pavement, and Other Peculiar Truths
A field of sunflowers stretches wide, faces turned to drink the sun, each one a tiny world, each petal a quiet flame. How strange, these flowers that follow the light with such devotion, as if the sun were a god worth worshiping every single day. I stand here, surrounded by their golden gaze, and wonder, do they ever grow tired of turning toward the sky? Do they ever crave darkness? Do they even know it’s there?
I can almost hear the heartbeat of it, so different from the silent, steady praise of these sunlit blooms. And I wonder where do I belong? In the wildness of petals and pollen or in the measured, bustling rhythm of concrete?
The sunflowers say nothing, but they’re not silent. They tell me to stand still, just for a moment, to let myself be bathed in light without chasing, without fearing what comes next. Maybe that’s their wisdom, their quiet answer to all the questions, to turn, to face the sun, to bloom where we are, even if tomorrow brings only shadows.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi – All rights reserved.
**My heart, my words. Please respect them.**
Dear reader,
These words you are reading right now, whether it's a poem, a short story, or a thought is a piece of my soul. I write with passion, each word flowing from my heart, deeply connected to me. My poems are not just words, they are alive, carrying my emotions and essence within them.
If you plan to take them without my permission, know this: you are also taking a piece of my soul. And with every stolen word, I will always be present within the lines you use.
So be mindful… You never know what lies hidden between the lines, for words hold a power that goes far beyond the visible.💫