The Admirers

Lamiya Basheer posted under Poetry



I've got a massive fan page, millions follow I'm the master, towards me their faces twirl Call them my children, upon me, they wallow I feed them light and the joy in them unfurl. They stand so tall, my army, as if to march Some dried, some fell, most of them live, as I watch Packed in fields, like their petals with sprightly glee Call me Sun, call them sunflowers, named on me.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!