Poppies had the color of blood

Written by: Berinde Ovidiu-Claudiu

By the time he reached the village
The bells of the old church
Were beating like a heart
In a sick chest

He had the same old obsessions
That a wise philosopher
Used to call extreme ideas
About angels with human faces
God sent to save humanity

All alone
He found himself in the arms of the wind
When she took her last breath
All the sad eyes of heavens
Begun to mourn

On the field near the bridge
Poppies had the color of blood
Like the painflowers
Crowns of sadness
Over a cross