Poppy
Paradise poppy
In battles, she cries,
Dancing with swords
Reflecting their eyes,
So delicately pretty
Her beauty
Blowing in the wind
Like the sunrise,
Tears of pure joy
Pleasure she bring,
Growing like a carpet,
Coverage! Of please,
Freshness in the breeze,
Addictively flowering,
Her fragrances inspiring,
Hallucinations calm,
Capturing and overpowering
Coloring minds,
Sedating with beauty
Into her prison
Dreamworlds of imagination
Realms of fantasy.
Innocently she grows.
Wendy Jae
12/03/2017
Copyright © Wendy Rycroft | Year Posted 2017
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