Shirley Poppies Poem by ritty patnaik

Shirley Poppies



a field of poppy,
suddenly in bloom,
of last years seeds
which were strewn.

wind carried he seeds
here and there,
red yawning papaver
fills the garden bare.

my hunger to behold,
the field once more
last winters poppy,
on my horizon grows.

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