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Nov 2015
Those poppy fields were lifeless,
but now they shine with light.
The war has made them bleeding,
the Peace has made them smile.

Each flower is a soldier,
who sacrificed his life,
who gave up his own future
to make our future count.

Each flower tells a story
of man and woman's fight,
you hear themΒ in the glory
of petals shining bright.

Shhh, quiet, can you hear this?
The flowers -Β Β making sound.

The unsung heroes singing
the song of joy - and life.
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  36/M/London
(36/M/London)   
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