To my Sunflower
A little bird came to see me,
Told me he was from the olden times.
I asked: Do I know you?
He said, you may not know me in this form, but you know my name.
What’s you name? - I asked.
Kafka - he replied.
He told me he knew what was on my mind.
I replied, take a guess?
And he chirped the following words:
“Dear Sunflower, if a million loved you, I am one of them, and if one loved you, it was I, if no one loved you then, know that I am dead.”