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Ah Sun-flower weary of time

Who countest the steps of the Sun

Seeking after that sweet golden clime

Where the travelers journey is done

Where the Youth pined away with desire

And the pale Virgin shrouded in amour

Arise from their graves and aspire

Where my Sun-flower wishes to go


Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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