“Your love ended because of you, the unforgettable words of your sentences echoed in your breakups. Whereas I am a miserable sunflower, why did my love end; was not it me who fell in sun, who looked at it sun after sun. As time passed, I was filled with it, I did not know time would be the end of me; the merciful beam of the sun got lacking on my face. Why did the moon come between us why was the sun eclipsed, I know that your breakups happened because of you; who decided our end though.”
Book:a Painting a Poem