Skip through the meadows
Wind blowing against my cheeks
Poppies sprouting up
Yes! this is poetry at a fine hour, you really are blossoming, oh so well, Love Duncan x
I can feel the skipping and the poppies seem to be instantaneously and merrily popping up out of the soil as I move along.
...........beautiful poem...this appears to be a real haiku...love this ★
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think I know what poppies are lol. BTW Loving it! : D 10/10