Time For The Dream Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar
Time For The Dream
red petals
are shuddering lightly
under the touch
the wind likes pranks,
knocking them is whistling,
in green grass a waft.
it is flying above the ground.
flowing straight from flowers,
poppy petals.
for a moment it is still dancing
and it is already in green,
it's time to fall asleep.
Beautiful and subtle poem. I like it.. Extremely this smell... Very beautiful. (10 v.) Maria Barbara Korynt
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Beautiful and subtle poem. I like it.. Extremely this smell... Very beautiful. (10 v.) Maria Barbara Korynt