Picture taken by Oscar Nord on Unsplash


The cool of the wind
Cleared my head
The blood of the cut has not yet clotted
The trace is still there
The scar from the fresh body
Marks all your predicament

The poppy tempts you
And silently engulfs your soul
In a void abyss
You are falling

When kissing the earth
The life and death integrate
You see the wrinkle of an old man
And the smile of a child

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