The meadow with poppies

in #photography6 years ago

In my days, the same things among the things of life shine like strange poppies the signs of love. But for love, but for eternity the years are what they are. Call the love, call the tenderness. Even a tear to wear. Meet love, meet faithfulness, though silver. And then he shared it again. And then it must hurt. And then let us burn to the end. And though she does not expect gentle blasts of blood. Look, what huge poppies blossomed in autumn. But for love, but for eternity the years are what they are.

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Love is the real meaning of our existance! ;)

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