Poppies Top 5 Quotes

• Spasms of paper red, disrupting a blockade Of yellow bias binding around your blazer.
• Blackthorns of your hair. All my words Flattened, rolled, turned into felt, Slowly melting.
• Threw it open, the world overflowing like a treasure chest.
• After you’d gone I went into your bedroom, released a song bird from its cage.
• The dove pulled freely against the sky, an ornamental stitch, I listened, hoping to hear your playground voice catching on the wind.