Monday, 11 November 2013

What it means to me poem

Poppies stand tall and Proud in Flanders field,
Poppies swishing like Angels flying through the sky -
Poppies move like a whisper
The delicate poppies move like dainty ballerinas.


Poppies stand tall in Flanders fields.
And the wind like whispering
Fluttering up high like angles in the sky.


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