For sticky greedy fingers – 55 words
The poppies flew on Flanders fields see ghosts of soldiers prancing once sacrificed like guinea pigs for national financing their spirits flew on gossamer like butterflies were dancing the sickly […]
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Where poppies flew – For Friday Fictioneers
My days pass slowly under the shadow of a temple bell. That ominous bell tolling threnodies of losses, of sorrows I bear under a facade of stoic boredom. The poppies […]
Remember those – Rondeau for Trifecta
Remember those where poppies flew on Flanders fields – a horrid view now grass is green despite the blood that once was seeping through the mud from heated rifle’s deathly […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 