Flowers

Spring, poppies, poppies bloom, warm day, sun, sun shining. Bright. I love the day, I love the Poppies, I look at the sky, I see the clouds. Clouds are like poppies, poppies. Field of poppies. I lie on the hill and look at the poppies. Poppies look at me, I look at the clouds, the clouds look at me. Poppies Poppies Poppies Bright Poppies Red Poppies And suddenly I see one black MAC. No, not Mac. I see a black cloud in the sky, the wind has woken up. The poppies fluttered in the wind; the field of poppies became like a sea of ​​poppies. Raindrops fell on my face; now they are tears. The rain passed by. And the smell of rain remained; the smell of rain mixed with the scent of poppies. And with my tears and the tears of poppies ...