"The time when the poppies bloom"

I am lost in my dream with Morpheus

My memory is floating with sweet fragrance

I am a forgotten poppy

I forgive and leave the past, I'm sleeping

My energy comes from my root and moves through my body

I open my petals and I connect with the sky

As poppy I can feel the sun from the deepest part of myself

With my blood I look for beauty from my heart

Slightly curved, I become flexible to the movement of wind

I understand the fragility of life

I'm delicate flower going to withers on the transience of time

I know the ephemeral eternity of my breathing

I am a flower, when it is time to bloom

And I love when you come to me.