Notwithstanding the universe
will perish into frozenness
you and I will die
in the shape of sunflowers
crestfallen but gleaming
like sea waves at dusk.
Two sunflowers
-one facing the other-
alone in a vast desert
or a city devastated
by plagues and famine.
Every year both tilting
getting closer and closer
until their Istrian yellow petals
touch each other at last
their pistils locked in
an everlasting hug
just in the moment
when they start to wilt.
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