8 September 2012
A crimson field, Full of blood, Men dying, A ruby flood.
A crimson sky, Reflecting on, All that bloodshed, Under midday sun.
A crimson flower, Reminding us, Of heroes that died, In all this fuss.
Poppy Fields • Opuss № I
8 September 2012
A crimson field, Full of blood, Men dying, A ruby flood.
A crimson sky, Reflecting on, All that bloodshed, Under midday sun.
A crimson flower, Reminding us, Of heroes that died, In all this fuss.
Poppy Fields • Opuss № I