red petals <br />are shuddering lightly <br />under the touch <br /> <br />the wind likes pranks, <br />knocking them is whistling, <br />in green grass a waft. <br /> <br />it is flying above the ground. <br />flowing straight from flowers, <br />poppy petals. <br /> <br />for a moment it is still dancing <br />and it is already in green, <br /> <br />it's time to fall asleep.<br /><br />Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-for-the-dream/
