Dance with the Sunflower
You look at me
as if I could capture the light
the petals in the wind
Your back turned
is a lonely shade
Your hair
a stroke of gold
in summer
I want to
hold your hand
to move closer
to understand
Never mind my nervous
glance
because with you
I just want to
dance.
I was beaming proudly at the piece of paper I just finished posting on the “Favorite Poems” section of the Literature Club wall. I still couldn’t believe my clubmates liked it so much, but more than that, I couldn’t believe I was capable of writing something beautiful. It had been weeks since I joined in and I think I was getting the hang of it.
“Hm, looks too bright. Too romantic,” Maris remarked with that cold expression of hers. She was leaning against the wall the whole time I was taping up my piece. All our clubmates had gone ahead, leaving the two of us alone again.
