Faraway fantasies fade into your heart.
A small poppy(which btw are very beautiful) on the railroad track. It stands tall against the trains and for the person it sees🌺
A poem to say how the survivors may feel on remembrance day. A heart deserted from who they were before and deserted from others because they don’t understand.
Poppies grew well in the churned-up soil of the battlefield shell craters.
Sorry I don’t know how to create titles for story’s but here is the first part with my oc’s! Hope y’all like it!
A small poppy(which btw are very beautiful) on the railroad track. It stands tall against the trains and for the person it sees🌺
A poem to say how the survivors may feel on remembrance day. A heart deserted from who they were before and deserted from others because they don’t understand.
Poppies grew well in the churned-up soil of the battlefield shell craters.
Sorry I don’t know how to create titles for story’s but here is the first part with my oc’s! Hope y’all like it!