The Poppy.
An American Haiku.
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1 min readJan 19, 2020
I am the voice swayed in the wind.
A sparkle of light on your red lipstick,
the tremulous sigh of a wish.
Note — I like to think about how landscape influences our experience and by extension, our lives. I love nature in all its forms, from the mountains of greenish scenery forests with frozen rivers to the arid yellow landscapes of remote places. However, nature is a great source of inspiration mostly forgotten in these days. It has its voice and pulse. Me, I am just an observer that likes writing about it.
