Beneath blue sky, with yellow sun.
Somewhere a child twirls a sunflower
Toward a blue butterfly.
Somewhere a woman bakes bread,
From the wheat growing beside sunflowers,
And makes jam from blue berries.
Somewhere a man joins friends in a cafe,
With yellow curtains and blue napkins.
Somewhere lovers embrace beside blue water,
And beneath yellow sun.
Somewhere a teacher shows students
The twirls of petals in a sunflower.
Somewhere a boy looks up at blue sky,
While letting his fishing rod lie still.
Somewhere, but not in Kyiv.
Not today.
Inspired by Nyet Nyet, Mad Putin. Photo by alain01789 on Flickr.
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