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April, and the last of the plum blossoms
scatters on the black grass

Plum flowers by VforVieslav

before dawn. The sycamore, the lime,
the struck pine inhale
the first pale hints of sky.

Orchard in the morning by WojciechDziadosz

An iron day,
I think, yet it will come
dazzling, the light

rise above by werol

rise from the belly of leaves and pour
burning from the cups
of poppies.

Summer Poppies by JoaRosa

The mockingbird squawks
from his perch, fidgets,

Mockingbird by Evanira

and settles back. The snail, awake
for good, trembles from his shell

Snail by davidsant

and sets sail for China. My hand dances
in the memory of a million vanished stars.

A man has every place to lay his head.
On the grass by meago

Poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar

www.poemhunter.com/poems/night…

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Evanira Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2017  Professional Traditional Artist
Thanks for the mention!
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JoaRosa Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I like the idea of illustrating the poem with photos and paintings. Thank you for including my poppies. :)
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Dei-Itachi666 Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2017
^_^
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