Times and Seasons - Now the poppy petals flutter
Times and Seasons - Now the poppy petals flutter
by Andrew Pratt
The updraft twisted yellow mist: ominous weave of gaseous death. And now the poppy petals flutter. Eyes closed. Another updraft, drifting, lifting, Deep darkness each single petal turning end over end. covered the face of the earth. All seemed without form The coughing, and void.
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