The poppies grew scattered in the old church yard. Their willowy stems swayed gently in the breeze and reminded me of ocean waves. They were serene and their bright colors brought with them a feeling of quietness.
The poppies grew scattered in the old church yard. Their willowy stems swayed gently in the breeze and reminded me of ocean waves. They were serene and their bright colors brought with them a feeling of quietness.
beautiful pictures , beautiful words !!!
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Ten budzący się do rozkwitu maczek jest uroczy.
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