#BrokenReflections
Amidst the morning’s tender light, a sunflower stands tall,
Her gaze fixed upon the sun, her heart’s eternal thrall.
“Foolish flower,” the wind whispers, with a taunting sigh,
“The sun is not yours to hold, no matter how you try.”

In a shattered mirror’s gleam, her reflection lies,
Fragments of her longing, beneath the endless skies.
“Though broken, I still see him,” she whispers...