Foretell of folklore in
Matilija poppy field
Middle of the country side
What I can draw new
You don't know
River from rainy days
Turns into sandy field
Due to dry summer heat
Poppy garden over that
Smiling at me
We were happy for twenty six Aprils
Full of lights laughter
In bright cottage
at bay of simplicity, skies dawn
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