Showing posts with label red poppies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label red poppies. Show all posts
Monday, March 04, 2013
in a field of wild poppies, said Princess Haiku
i want to sleep
in a field of wild poppies
let their
red flesh envelop me
& my broken heart
Pamela A. Babusci
Monday, November 26, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Friday, June 01, 2007
Everywhere I walked, luminous red poppies waved in the wind





It was an ordinary day, said Princess Haiku. I had finished my flute lesson and suddenly, this dazzling red swept me off my feet.
Labels:
aesthetic beauty,
musing,
rare flowers,
red poppies,
urban flute
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Off to a Flute Lesson
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