Old Picture Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

Old Picture



colours of the meadow.
is painting, for us a nature,
unusual image.

it is fitting, in the big frame,
redness of wild poppies.

grabbed hold of in reality,
is enrapturing with the subtlety.

delicate flower
strengthened for ages
before our coming

to world

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