Painting by Vladimir Volegov
The horses gallop
In the steppe covered by
A sea of poppies.
Memories of true freedom
Dancing in my consciousness.
Poppies
08 Friday May 2015
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Beautiful! 🙂
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I love poppies
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Me too, especially the yellow ones, the golden poppies of California 🙂
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I don’t know them – only the pink ones which are adorable, too…
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http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eschscholzia_californica
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….sweet ones
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I miss them…San Francisco too
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I can imagine…
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Fabulous, Esther. I love all of your “Poppies” – they grow in abundance by the side of the road in North Carolina, planted by the Department of Transportation. It began with Lady Bird Johnson’s Beautification of America program.
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Le pavot de mai
Me restitue ma jeunesse,
Au moins pour une heure.
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Wonderful memories, and a beautiful poem.
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Just Lovely!!
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beautiful poem and love the painting – great mood. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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Beautiful photo and very good poetry. Thank you.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Beautiful artwork and amazing words. Please enjoy this outstanding writer.
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wonderful words and love the art!
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Reblogged this on Roger's Scribe and commented:
Simple, but effective…
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