I stood and watched, head bowed, as raindrops fell,
upon the Poppy Wreaths of crimson red.
They trickled down the petals like slow tears,
washing away the blood that had been shed.
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I like this. The beginning of the first stanza is excellent. In some lines the scansion doesn't seem quite right, though.
Nice one Ernestine.Not been on this site in a long time. Excellent work as ever