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Poppies grow among the mossy stones, about and around them;
Some rest their heads on these stones as on a pillow for weariness;
And the rest toss and reel and dance,
Like the stars in the midnight sky.
We were written in the stars, my love,
All that separated us, was time,
The time it took to read the map which was placed within our hearts,
To find our way back to one another.
Your eyes are the stars in my sky,
Your lips are the waves of Poppies among the stones,
But your heart is the passage of both our emotions,
Dreams and journeys.
