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dream, home, in no time at all, light, love, memory, reminders, returning, story, truth, unforgotten
from places
afar
I wander again
to fields
where poetry grows
yellow and bright
orchid
and poppy
fragrance
(remember)
follows me home
a light
through my window
burns long
the night
reaching beyond
my resolve
to dreams
(not forgotten)
ways I have loved
~ promises left
from the fall
. . .
Lovely, the poppy has so many meanings
Aa does your name, sweet willow ❤
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We used to have a poppy plant in our backyard, that would appear ever year from the lawn, in a place where there was no trace of it from previous season. Isn’t love like that, rising from places previously unknown, capturing our heart, adding color an scent to our lives …
Awake and dreaming…..without burden of the veil…..
A beautiful piece; well written.
I miss you.. and your words
This one is really nice, poppy girl………………………………………xo
Thank you dearest Paul ❤
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Gorgeous Bobbie!
Thank you, my precious Wendell…. Your praise fills my heart with gratitude.
As your words always do mine! Hugs and blessings!
You are, indeed, my master of words and poetry. You are divine! Thank you for this wonderful gift with to go along with my coffee this morning!
Thank you, Millie, my sister of soul…. I love you and the place within me where your words settle….❤
I smelt Jasmine as I read your gorgeous words… ❤ always.
Good to read your poems again, and the recent ones are clearer than ever. I planted California poppy seeds last winter. In Israel the ‘colania’, a red poppy, is in bloom late winter and is the subject of songs.