'Now look alive:
there will be leaves again,
in the reeling of the sun.
You will bloom
in the land of the poppy.
Under its sky
it will strike you,
deadly and unbidden:
bliss.'
there will be leaves again,
in the reeling of the sun.
You will bloom
in the land of the poppy.
Under its sky
it will strike you,
deadly and unbidden:
bliss.'
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