Thursday Scribblings 21.8.14

How I loved red poppies… HOW I LOVED THEM! Before knowing that they are symbols of martyrs.

Now even though their beauty charms me the painful thought of slain martyrs waltzes along dragging her dark gown of melancholy.

I really, really would have done without this knowledge!

ha! But she sits there baring her sharp fangs every time i see any picture of a field of red poppies.

Thursday Scribblings 3.4.14


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