Categories Art Field Of Poppies Post author By 67paintings Post date August 5, 2014 2 Comments on Field Of Poppies Like poppies in the sunset, the innocence ascend, We were all equal in the end. Share this:ShareEmailLike this:Like Loading... By 67paintings A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown. View Archive → ← Sleep Will Come → Venice 2 replies on “Field Of Poppies” :) I didn’t see poppies as I looked the first one… poppies…hearts….both or the love of life given I think )0( Poppies unfolding like human life. A good metaphor thank you for this :) Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Δ
:) I didn’t see poppies as I looked the first one… poppies…hearts….both or the love of life given I think )0(
2 replies on “Field Of Poppies”
:) I didn’t see poppies as I looked the first one…
poppies…hearts….both or the love of life given I think
)0(
Poppies unfolding like human life. A good metaphor thank you for this :)