Poppies and Cornflowers
Day woke with the
choir of birdsong and a meadow
breeze, sweet as your kisses. What is
this joy that leaves me filled
with light, with laughter, with
the promise of forever as you crown me with golden poppies?
Our hands linked and
our tomorrows joined; my bouquet is a bundle of cornflowers.
Inspired by "How to Make it Snow" by Theodora Goss
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