Marble stained with the blood of history...
Every spring a reminder of what has passed.
As if the shadows beneath force their way through the ages
In the form of the delicate poppy dancing on their graves.
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The poppies at the Acropolis frolic in the sun,
Nestled amongst the weeds and ruins...
A ruby reminder of those brave souls we can't forget...
We must never forget.
Frannie from that Greek blue!
