DREAMS OF POPPIES

Dreams of sapphire, crystal white,

Flourishes seeds of poppy in the night….

 

Laze around this strange land, upon the grass with mind running high

Imagine none, imagine all, or let it run deep…

 

Cause in land of sleep..

Poppies arouse desires strong

Never felt nor heard of !!!

 

“Traveler weary come hither;

Smell me, feel me and not deter.

Give in to me and think nothing,

For I shall take you places in sleep!”

Manav Hada

 

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