A field of poppies,
The landscape ends,
To begin with clear blue sky.
No clouds to break,
This illusion of peace,
No sun, but yet I'm warm,
A gentle breeze,
But no grass stirs,
No movement but
The beat of my heart.
Laying close together,
But yet I'm alone,
A bed of roses,
A field of poppies.
Just a dream,
The affair of the heart.
~ Author Unknown ~
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© Tina's Prayer Gate
September 7, 2019 |
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