After
A paper poppy lies dead in a puddle,
Red dye seeps into the water
Sun breaks through overhead and the wind
makes ripples in the slaughter
A dead paper poppy fading in a puddle
A dead paper poppy fading in a puddle and this is provoking thought. This poem is very sensitive and this carries wise humor. No one likes war in life. All need peace and love...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the wind makesripples in the slaughter..such a fine poem, great image, , graphic. super! ! tony