Love ItLove It

A tender, tender flower

Wild Poppies

Wild poppies surround

The path of my faith.

Wild poppies are barred

The temptation to the devil’s altar.

Wild Poppy Poppies

To my passion,

Poppy wild – self-riding

In my hair hang.

The color is purple red

Of my silk dress,

Purple red is the violin

In my soul – so shy …

© Elenka Smilenova 2017 – All Rights Reserved

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