Crimson Fields…#135



Crimson Fields…

In a fields of red poppies caressed by a summer

breeze –

Surrendering to twilight.

A union created by Mother Nature is quickly

Blending dark and daylight.

Among the crimson meadow of blossoms

stands an old man watching the sun as it’s

golden orb begins to

Hide behind a tawny sea.

Art brushes, paints and canvas in hand he follows

a narrow trail to his boat anchored at water’s edge,

his story now woven in color about life, as he believed

It should be –








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