everything started few hours ago. when she said take me to the poppy fields. many miles away a poppy was saying: we are useless. unfulfilled. nonsense. cried the choir. we are all the same said the poppy. nothing special. nothing to last. but i have a belief, the poppy said. and that was strong. because he was there when we got there. a gift. a moment that is written. the poppy of her.




One Response to “poppystory”

  1. pai, cum s-ar zice, the photos do justice to the poppies 😀

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