she smiles
as poppies blowing in the breeze
no guile or artifice
but nature being as it is
and as it always will
she kisses
as the warm July air descending
the delicate taste of summer
taking my breath
and breathing in return
she smiles
as poppies blowing in the breeze
no guile or artifice
but nature being as it is
and as it always will
she kisses
as the warm July air descending
the delicate taste of summer
taking my breath
and breathing in return
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