SOLAR SYSTEM - Red Poppies

Red Poppies

A gentle breeze rolls through the meadow,
The sun caresses waves of bloom.
The poppies burn like youthful fire,
Like love’s first spark that melts the gloom.

Little miracles — red poppies glowing,
You paint our days in brighter light.
Red poppies, fragile, pure and blooming…
But why are you destroyed by souls who walk the tangled night?
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…

A young heart dreams with fearless longing,
The fields feel wide, the world so new.
And flowers whisper ancient stories,
Like steps of love in morning dew.

Little miracles — red poppies glowing,
You paint our days in brighter light.
Red poppies, fragile, pure and blooming…
But why are you destroyed by souls who walk the tangled night?
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…

Let youthful paths lead into brightness,
Where kindness grows and fear takes flight.
A field of poppies hides an old truth —
That beauty must be guarded, held with gentle might.

Little miracles — red poppies glowing,
You paint our days in brighter light.
Red poppies, burning blooms of love…
Oh, let no hands destroy you, let no shadows rise above.
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…
Little miracles — red poppies glowing…

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