Single Poppy standing still
You grow because man will kill
Your colour represents the dead
The blood they lost becomes your red
You bow your head and give a nod
Another life you give to god.
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Single Poppy standing still
You grow because man will kill
Your colour represents the dead
The blood they lost becomes your red
You bow your head and give a nod
Another life you give to god.
If this piece moved you, let the writer know.