The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.
(Scharmel Iris)
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The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.
(Scharmel Iris)
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flushed prints of summer
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaught…
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