Being Poppies

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There’s no such beauty as a sea of poppies

Swaying in swathes of red.

There’s no such joy as that delicate lace,

The lifeblood of Gaia for us exposed.

Let that royal elixir fill our every pore

And transfuse our souls with hers.

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14 thoughts on “Being Poppies

  1. This is such an eloquent little piece! I have been waiting so long for the poppy season – I keep imagining that when it arrives I will somehow stumble upon a poppy field in its magnificent, scarlet glory.

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