Thinks color of poppy

Last night I dreamed a beautiful dream.
Dreams are, say, a part of us.
And you ….
You. ‘Re a part of me
Last night
I dreamed. Of You

Thinks color of poppy
Grasses on the plains of heaven
She picked poppies
And she laughed

Oh! How beautiful it
You kisses to give presents to my dreams
Then at the railway station
With enigmatic smile
Attracted my attention

Lorena will be her name – if it’s a girl!
Shouting out loud
From the train, which left
I have not forgotten

If you see it
With a flower in her hair
Tell that to my Dove
I await is


with love maksima