The Poppy's Field

The Poppy's Field

As I walk through gorgeous field's
My finger's caress the subtle poppies
A sensual love sobbing.

My head held low
Crying hopeless tear's
My endless regret,Wasted year's.

Her euphoric kiss
Taste's so sweet
Silk wrapped skin
Emptiness bleeds.

O' what bliss
Sunset sky
Take my bouquet away
Before I die.

(Ali Koushan)