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.”

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