Poppy Field - 1896 - Pál Merse Szinyei (1845-1920)
Rivers of red poppies have begun to flow through the landscape surrounding my village. In some places, their delicate petals merely fleck the now verdant landscape, but in other spots they gather together and flood the fields with long, winding, fluvial lines.
Under a slight breeze the red rivers come to life and silently flow through the fields toward the horizon where they tumble from the edge of the earth and empty their red into the setting sun.
Under a slight breeze the red rivers come to life and silently flow through the fields toward the horizon where they tumble from the edge of the earth and empty their red into the setting sun.
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