This poem is dedicated to all daughters who lost their fathers at cruel war.

In the morning – after a sad day

There were some flowers – bloomed in my garden

Though it is not winter

The sky looked pretty dark than ever…

A rainbow emerged in the sky

Told me its not going to rain

But I can feel some thing is missing

That made my whole world so isolated…

I thought it’s merely a feeling

But the calmness was spread all over

It is a morning without the sun

Like the evil has swallowed the entire world……

I hesitated that the sun would shine

Into the garden of blooming blood-red poppies

Then I thought it is better the sun don’t come out

And I wish these poppies never bloom anywhere again……

In my dreams I see him, waving at me

From the heaven where there are angels of peace

I saw him coming towards me in a sad mood

With a bunch of blood-red poppies

He told me in a very sad and deep voice

“Don’t let these poppies bloom again my dear….”

I miss him very much right now

And I’ll be missing him forever and ever…………………

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