a little girl ran across a field of sunflowers.
when she reached the end of it,
she was met with a much older pure being.
“what lies beyond, God?”
“what lies beyond sunflowers,
are moon poppies my dear.
moon poppies are eternal, ever blooming.
they don’t belong on Earth,
only here, at the end of the line.
moon poppies are prettier than the moon!
might even compete with your eyes,
and the song you were singing yesterday.
would you like to see one?”
“must i die to see a moon poppy, Eternal one?”
“yes.
come, i’ll show you around.”
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
a little girl ran across a field of sunflowers.
when she reached the end of it,
she was met with a much older pure being.
“what lies beyond, God?”
“what lies beyond sunflowers,
are moon poppies my dear.
moon poppies are eternal, ever blooming.
they don’t belong on Earth,
only here, at the end of the line.
moon poppies are prettier than the moon!
might even compete with your eyes,
and the song you were singing yesterday.
would you like to see one?”
“must i die to see a moon poppy, Eternal one?”
“yes.
come, i’ll show you around.”
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