Where Poppies Dream

She stood in the golden hush of evening, where the breeze spoke in petals and memories. With a brush to her lips and light on her shoulders, she searched for colors to match the ache in her chest — a soft, unspoken melancholy that only a field of poppies could understand. This moment captures the fragile beauty of inspiration — when dreams and reality blur, and the world is quiet enough to listen.

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