Windy evening

Caught up by the wind, I rush as fast as I can across a poppy field.
There are no more wonderful flowers in the world, they have the scarlet color of an evening sunset, and I find it funny. I see anger and passion, love and sin in poppies. The flight of dragonflies makes me laugh, and my lips are like poppy petals.
I am happy to be one of those who have met love. And I don’t care about anything.
The picture is bright and dynamic. Together with the girl, I want to fly across a poppy field, enjoying the flight, rejoicing in the breeze.
Metallic paints “under gold” were used.

Framed by agreement