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Poppy Red Corn Dead
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Returning cold climates,
weathered warnings,
creaking old gates &
leaves like falling snow
Over hills plowed,
poppy fields red,
corn yellow stubs dead
The wind with it's howling
sadness, over swaying trees
Shallow rivers,
picking up the pace
In undercurrents.
Crystallized complexions
formed by temperament,
Ice maidens arise,
floral coronations &
silver gowns,
revealing misty
morning shimmer
My enlightened thoughts,
warming my core like
the sun imploded within
my heart,
when my thoughts do
dwell on you.
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