Like poppies in the sunset,
the innocence ascend,
We were all equal in the end.
A melting pot of paint, poetry and philosophy
A melting pot of paint, poetry and philosophy
Like poppies in the sunset,
the innocence ascend,
We were all equal in the end.
:) I didn’t see poppies as I looked the first one…
poppies…hearts….both or the love of life given I think
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Poppies unfolding like human life. A good metaphor thank you for this :)