Poppies in a minefield…

Long may they blossom, full and resplendent like a blanket of love and hope to smother all dangers, healing pain.

We am among them, sowing seeds endlessly like frantic farmers fighting a looming doomsday.
And if it does come to pass and all hell breaks loose, shattering dreams, painting the world in icy logic, nothing can erase my dreams as I am really always there among the stars…

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