cry
i always knew poppies are the cry of the soul ....
they grow and fly on the wind like magic butterflies
when we break this cry it just lays in our hands in shape of tears
and smiles .....
my poppies have this power, to keep my cry of revolt alive !!!
© luisa brehm
posted by luisa brehm at 1:43 AM
3 Comments:
Beautiful image and writing.
May there be more smiles than tears, and less need for revolt for you and us all.
Huggggs
Una flor que dramatiza el espacio y se introduce en la conciencia de la gente.
Saludos
Sublime grito !!
Se todos fossem assim ...
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