Arm yourself with poppies, for we are walking into a wild grove.
Sing in your loudest voice, I in my softest –
for together, we are sweeter than honey from the comb.
(Image: my drawing of a poppy – or “papavero,” in Italian.)
Arm yourself with poppies, for we are walking into a wild grove.
Sing in your loudest voice, I in my softest –
for together, we are sweeter than honey from the comb.
(Image: my drawing of a poppy – or “papavero,” in Italian.)